When I learned of his sudden death, I was not surprised. << She threw herself into the void >> said Mrs. Emilia on the phone, with the voice of a mother who breaks down, apologized without feeling for her prolonged absences, for her maternal difficulties.
A warm broth rose all over the hypodermis that cover my legs, my limbs failed, from one moment to another was dropped on the salary. I knew that tasting would not live long, I knew that I would reach the age of majority and after that, most shit.
The catastrophe, silent I have inevitable, always lived in it. The truth was that Catalina had no vocation for life, lacked social skills, emotional skills. I loved him as far as he allowed me, as far as his anemic spirit allowed. However, his love was always a parachute after the fall.
I am intensely disappointed that he killed himself on a Monday, it seemed vulgar, ordinary, but what else can be done on a Monday if it is not to die? Several questions obsessed me for the moment and without knowing it instantly, they would annihilate my years later, they would consume my face, they would crack my hands. << Did you think of me as it fell? >> whispered continually to the nothingness between phlegm and sobs the nights that followed the fact.
Those who saw him descend, say that it disintegrated in the air, which turned to ashes between the spray of the waterfall. That the river devoured it like dust. I know that the sea received her gentle, with tenderness, as only things of excessive nobility are received. The waterfall embraced him, he mastered his essence, he domesticated his spirit. << That they are very happy all >> said before the descent, before the half-moon smile and the water-colored eyes, before jumping as always dreamed it, from the tip of the Angel Falls.
