It's Saturday afternoon. It is sunny, it seems that finally appears in spring this year. I'm home after the movie desktop and loneliness, and think: What if ...?
would happen if I die tomorrow, what I would do, what people would call or what to see. Maybe I was a walk in El Escorial, or stay with my friends. Possibly enjoy my family, I would say all those things that the end always left out, would share my few belongings, reflect on what has been my life until today. And that would be the most terrifying of all.
I learned English I studied for a career, I spent a year between the cold Polish, and one in the oven Paraguay. I've been on three continents, I walked around Paris in summer, I heard the Vienna Philharmonic live, I've come across Joaquin Sabina twice, and two other André Rieu. I loved intensely, I've lost friends along the way, and I've been fortunate to meet my four grandparents.
I cried a lot, lot, and laughed even more. I drove at night in the Chaco, and I enjoyed an old Mercedes convertible with a red silk scarf over her head. I've been a Buddhist wedding, I did yoga, and I raced in the morning with my dog \u200b\u200bnext door. I dreamed each of the projects that have gone through my head and I tucked in very tightly to the person who was in love. I painted a nude, I wrote a lament, and I smiled when reading it years later. I thought about my future as it seems that until I lived it, and I have to lose weight 30 kilos in a few months.
I've been in Cambridge and Manchester, I visited Dublin and Belén Gonzalo and Alvaro in London, I have met almost every member of my family, and I stripped to my way The Special Worlds. I have dined in Chueca and eaten at the Ritz. I helped some one hundred families in Asuncion, and talked honestly about my feelings at least one person. I took the arms to each of my brothers babies, and I've played with them until they drop from exhaustion on the couch. Series I have seen many, many, and have spent hours on the computer waiting for someone to write me. They have stolen the phone twice, and a portfolio. I learned to smoking among friends, and learned to leave well as between friends. I just looked up doubtfully begging for an answer, and I spent heated by the sun.
could make a list of all the things I've done, and always would be insufficient. I am very proud from what I've experienced so far, and although it is true that today's change some nuances, at last, after all, that is my life. This is me.
But however much I try, I can not answer that question, that round me head for days and I always impossible to resolve:
Espe, what if you died tomorrow? What if ...?
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