engulfs you without choice, without trying, and the resistance there is no question.
A door is the one that divides life and liberty, from death into life.
Just outside is an old and rusty door fragile, do you really blame that to get through your heart feel paralyzed, that error has been committed to carry the curse that accelerate your heart as if something or someone wanted to rip your life . Anyway, it remains just a door ... but look, even in a picture can not help feeling sad and yet fortunate to stay on the other side. Already
inside.
There are flowers and plants everywhere you look, but are not plants nor flowers so you can see, nothing but lonely living statues.
light floods everything, but the interior is so dark and sad that delves into the depths of yourself hopelessly caught you stealing it all until you get to forget that there is something else out there and miss his stop.
one day get out of that confinement without expecting anything on the other side, and that moment you shake a cool and refreshing wind that shakes dust as if it were all those sensations back to life feel, you feel reborn .. . and yet although the only thought that crosses your mind is to never come back, you feel abandoned to their fate.
This is the home of my grandparents and my uncles, forged in loneliness, sadness, selfishness, greed and remorse drowned.
been years since I wrote it.
Today my grandfather's ashes rest forever under the shadow of the olive tree, and time has taught me to create a shell that prevents me last seizes me like that, and yet I still can ... help feeling that every hour elapsed in this place I snatch years. In no place like that the past catches me and makes me suffer like that.
Anyway, this afternoon delivery there, and I want to enjoy everything the sea, clouds, sun, wind, (the rain ...), we'll see who wins this game, if the house or me.
bet for myself.
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