Sadness without borders

If I wanted to make an analogy, Easter in 2008 was like the last level of the hardest game I would ever have played. In the face of death, words disappear, even explanations and reason, and when death steals one of the most precious people of life, you become stone and that suffering you somehow […]

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…continuation…

On the way to that cursed house, the phone rang again …my father had died …  Now when I write, that feeling pressed me again … I remained like a stone tin, I couldn’t think of anything … it hurt … it burned … I didn’t know what I had … we didn’t react with […]

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