smoked a cigarette lying on my bed, listening to lectures rhymes and rhythms. I could not remember when was the last time I left my dirty little room with no windows so I decided, when finished the last song of a ride. I put on my shoes, my jacket, I sighed and went for a walk. while walking, and never thought nothing ever happened, my life was the light of a carousel, "that shit" I said upon entering the bar he frequented. the bar was empty, I only saw Rodrigo, a friend who worked at the bar, sitting at a table attached to the wall opposite the bar, crying hard. on the table a small glass and a huge bottle, stop crying just to get a drink. "What about Sammy?" I asked, approaching, moved by compassion, Rodrigo was surprised because the happiest person I know. she had stood me in good humor, sometimes even participating ever, countless drunken speeches, we were great friends. up a face full of tears and mucus, and not imagining what was coming, cried "Alberto is dead!", poured a drink, took it and hid her face in her arms. Alberto was her boyfriend, I did not know him, but had heard a lot of him. worked nights and slept during the day, was keeper of a biscuit factory, so that Rodrigo told me, it seemed a good subject. I went to the bar, took a glass and made her company. "What happened?" I asked him to take a drink after his poison of choice was cheap whiskey. without clean his face told me, between tears and breaks taken, which had hit out of film, he had left unrecognizable. I thought I was a very hard and stony heart, but do so to someone you care about is very difficult. I even write much about it, I'm a stranger to death. no matter to me has died so do not know what to say, I figured it was best to stay silent, as he took the pains to accompany them out. very few times in my life I've been speechless, this was one that I will not forget. was not used to dealing with serious issues like the death of a loved one, I never felt so much like the simple clown without makeup I'm not the deepest person in the world or the wisest, not competent for comfort, not suitable for words of encouragement. "What to do? What's next?" I asked in the internal forum with a sad face watching the poor Rodrigo disposing in front of me, I felt completely useless, I felt sorry for ever having thought clever. I could not imagine what would if someone as much as she wanted him to die suddenly, as would the news. the idea that the world was turning, that people were happy, tortured me, but it was impossible, nor the most powerful imagination could say. and there the two of us, a woman, young, beautiful, weeping bitterly, and just shut up, now looking ahead, occasionally taking sips from the glass of whiskey, meaning something, but fear of saying something stupid irreparable me prevented. with eyes forward, listening, as in trance, inconsolable screaming of one of my few friends, I saw in the dark by the bar, the death that I watched, hidden, and recognized its seriousness, so short, so intransigent, how unfair it is and its brutal effectiveness at the time of tearing. "Dead" kept ringing in my ears. "Death" I whispered, watching her, motionless, all life's problems became trifles. "Shit" I whispered to the heart wringing. death kept looking at me, a horrible feeling in my stomach grew. suddenly, it began to zoom in, my heart beat a mile a minute. My mouth went dry, my hands are wet, they hurt the eyes had opened, my brain was collapsing. drew little "ah's", unable to move my body, she kept her head on his arms. death came to me and I could not do anything. completely powerless, helpless before death. Juani
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