What will it be.

Knowing the journey and the history of that man, his pain and drama, his motivations, his losts and fragilities my feeling of guilty drove me to the edge of craziness. "What it is that happens to me. That rottens me inside. That blossom from underneath my skin and ascend my face and makes me blush. And jump into my eyes betraying me. And push my chest and makes me confess. What there is no way of hide anymore. And what is not right someone to refuse. And what makes me a begger, makes me supplicate. What have no size, and will never have. What have no heal, and never will have. That have no recipe and never will have. That disobey us. That is like an spirit that not satiate. That even the 10 god laws will not conciliate nor all the medicines, potions, magics will relief. Not all the spells, all the alchemy. That not even all the saints. What have no rest and will never have. What have no limit. What it is that happens to me that burns me inside, may that happen to me. That disturbs my sleep, may it happen to me that all the shivers come agitate. That all the burnings come stir up. That make me sweat to almost drown. That make all my nervous praying until collapse. What all my organs are claiming and a terrible fear makes me implore. What have no control. That has no judge."

Days with

Hiro, Spring 2009