Photo: Providence Morillas
One night two years ago, before bed, just when I went to close my eyes because I was so tired eyelids heavy as if made of steel, fear slept with me and took the form of words.
not bear to write them, just thinking about it paralyzed my hands. Terrified I tried to pronounce them and although I took, I got it. Then I tried to read and easy for me cradled in his lap.
found stories of love and hate, fear and courage, daughters and mothers, death and life.
Now in the distance of the passing of the days I was suspended only for a moment.
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