XIX MINIATURE
Iñaki
walk and fall and give explanations
and walk again
and fall again.
have to ventilate the head
to not
intoxicated heart.
Good words of understanding
tune the melody of life.
When emotion runs
threatens the future a breeze
resentment.
When you ask for help
no one hears you,
everyone,
but there is a background noise
shouting that you are dumb
to call when you could
I made you the fool
and not bother much.
With writing
sewn seam
culture.
mirror reality
states that are old.
press law
the wise.
Solitudes present
smiling, solitude
time,
why nobody listens
the smiles of loneliness?
was looking at infinity
and nobody will ever see that look,
was no more than their eyes.
CONTRADICTIONS
Carmen
When I hear the word solidarity, my head is full of contradictory images. I do not know what that is. Right now, since I depend on others and left to be independent, I hear the gibberish of which I attend, if I'm fat, that if I give a lot of work, and I feel even worse, not even see me as a person.
I do not like my body since I'm worth alone. But remember to M ª Paz, what a great attitude. Once the caregivers because he scolded participated in a course, a kind of graduate who gave the Horizon project. The cuidate come to criticize, why this expenditure was made, why it had targeted a course to find work. And she, who grew up in a Cotolengo and knows all about self-esteem destroyed, he replied: Me have given me the opportunity and I took. What is your problem? Because, what is me, I have none. Cuidate And silent, but where is the solidarity?
Most of us grew up cojitrancos at home, where all is said and done, and we should not ask for anything to be assisted. But when we out do not know or ask what we need. When I went to Auxilia, participants complained that they did not ask or go to the bathroom, you had to guess them. Is it solidarity?
I remember one time I was studying at APAM, we had a test, control or do not know why, and the teacher asked me to serve as secretary to Concha Anibarro for her responses to answer each question and I transcribe . I felt very well help, finally good for something, and so did the teacher know.
Solidarity has a problem that you can be very supportive, but what happens when no one is you? When I visited entertainment centers for help, my father reluctantly returned to his house two or three lame fellow in the car, despite its many gray and come late at night to barium. We spent the day together and he picked us. But the day came when I pointed out I please, my father became ill, and the parents of these colleagues I always put some glue, until my family got angry.
internal and spends a lot: I lack time to do a favor, but nobody gives you anything.
And yesterday I went to see Felix the hospital. I thought I would be alone, but went to see five or six young lady. The aide said: - Encore! But If you enter no more into the room. I took soap and was very happy. Josephine was in her glory riding on his donkey, an auxiliary mechanical.
MARY
Victor willfully 0
When Mary went to Huelva I was sadder than the shadow of a greyhound. I loved her because she was beautiful as the golden oriole, more delicate than the lambs.
I went to the avenue to meet Mary. She always walked alone, did not like the rows of colleagues and spent the afternoon running from them. When I found out at the mall, approached me and began to push my chair. Before he had bent down to kiss me hello. What I loved her eyes were black and big as two abysses. I killed their eyes.
Summer came and Mary was still walking alone, was covered with a shirt tits tiny and when she bent to kiss his revelation surprised me. I saw them tits all the friends of my sister Macarena, but Mary's were something special, big, brunette, tall like chickens in the oven and smelling of rose water, a perfume he had bought, he said, in a trip to Florence, in the pharmacy of Santa Maria Novella. No smell of roses with more accuracy than Mary in Alghero.
When one afternoon, pushing my chair towards the horizon line with guidance it always seemed to be exploring the world, as was walking along the avenue on the way to the cemetery, "Mary told me that she had thrown boyfriend I dropped two tears, only two. She did not see the end and I could hide.
The next day I presented to the groom. His name is John and is so good that I can not hate, but that was all I could think at that moment.
When he finally left Alghero and Mary went with John to Huelva, then yes I got tired of tears. She wept in secret because he could not tell my sister who was in love with his friend, would have laughed at me.
Now, when sometimes we Mary and I are in town, and not mourn me, but when it disappears again, I am coming to stay just like the first time.
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