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Angela had into her head that her mother had died because of him. Every time I dared to contradict her mother, the girl wished to himself a different ailment.
's mother died after a cruel liver surgery without anesthesia. On leaving the operating room, said his daughters would tell him that one day the pain he endured.
That day never came because a week later, his mother, Louise, died at the age of forty years. He had not yet even one hair white. The policeman cried more than her own mother.
Come back from the cemetery, the eldest daughter - the same name of his mother -, snapped a photo on the dirt road leading to the cemetery. Angela wore his usual glasses, the middle one looked into the void, the smallest still sobbing over the loss of maternal care. They were all completely dressed in black.

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some days you are sketching in my head a story. is linked to those photos a bit 'grim I uploaded the blog lately. is therefore the history of life - or some little chapter of it - of my paternal aunts.

here is the beginning of the story or at least the first few lines that I could throw down.

dramatically sped up an asphalt road into the car of his father. It seemed impossible because the father had been dead for decades and then, the car was sold to pay off debts.
Suddenly, however, had a clearer perspective and knew that was going to come up against the concrete pillars that were in the middle of the road. And how the hell buildings, the concrete blocks began to unfold the wings. He looked at them better and found in them the features of human faces. They were her sisters that prevented the passage.
The car stopped. It was she who had pressed the brake. At that moment, his heart began to beat and the doctor took off her gloves and left the room.
Outside there were all three of her sisters, even the lanky. It was not that she remembered this scene, of course, but the others told him about it many times that eventually created the pictures of the scene.
The first to enter the room once he recovered consciousness I was lanky. She liked to call it himself, and depending upon the day, could also become 'the madman'.
That gesture was somehow dedicated to her. A few hours earlier, after the usual long journey by train to Empalme, had to return to the central station, two hours away because the 'sister' wanted to eat the dates. When he arrived home after the tiring trip bound, lay down on the bed looking a bit 'off. But it was his body that he sought. The body gets used to the hardships and rewards. His spirit, his mind no longer holds.
That summer they had to buy some strychnine to eliminate rats in the kitchen and utility room. He went shooting in the kitchen, the others were already sleeping, and took the box. Read the instructions to make sure the dose to be taken. It was enough to take just one milligram, but how do you measure it?
Then he went to the description of the symptoms of poisoning to know what to expect:
in case of poisoning, within an hour stiffen the muscles of the neck and viso.L 'tightening turns into spasms, increasing purchasing frequency. Eventually, it also stops breathing. Consciousness remains bright.

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L ' beginning of a new year, the celebration of our birthday means that we indulge in that adolescent illusion that makes us think that this year, yes, we'll put together those loose pages, we can overcome childhood trauma, have less fear of death, and so on. That is to say, the year when we should be able to expect that great leap from a life.
And like all illusions, and everything else, sooner or later, it vanishes. A month later, a week later or the next morning. Let me go to bed with this sweet feeling that the ghosts of night will soon be to rip.

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Island waxes

The northern light pink, transparent
emanated from every sky
of every wave. An imperceptible
sleet

adorned our parade on the island. You
look elsewhere, I
somewhere.
Postcards
what memories are

edges of what was.

description of the landscape, the topography is corresponds with the mood, there is the inconsistency and lack of knowledge of the image.

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