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I am absolutely tired of the ongoing talks with psychologists and therapists.
What if life does not end here, that if there are lots of possibilities and opportunities for those with same as me ...
A very big shit! For all of them.
do not want hanging around my neck carrying a bunch of coupons, or participate in tournaments absurd chasing a ball with bells.
until a month ago I was a photographer, gentlemen. He lived on the images. They now deny me and eventually fading away in my brain, now forced to live off the memories.
not want anyone to mortgaging your life to serve me, not even a dog. I suffer from agoraphobia, and of course the blindness will not disappear. On the contrary, will deteriorate to infinity, and not stand to throw the vacuum armed only with a stick, looking desperately for a cap that puts me in space.
So do not try to forcibly inject the desire to live and I have not, as blind as my eyes have been my heart and my soul. ***
Three months after my God. With all the work that had cost me find the pot of sleeping pills ...
does it matter to them that I stay here or I move permanently to another neighborhood. No one believes that my loss of sight is for so desperately. Strive to try to find happiness again within I suffer from limitations. It can be done ...
If it is very difficult to remain healthy, I can not think of having lost my sense find most precious.
When leaving this hospital, I'll try again, this time I will make sure not to err in my purpose. ***
Thirty months after I finally finished reading the book she gave me. And I liked it, yes sir. I've finished in just one week, although I have not yet sensitive enough in my fingers like to read fluently.
Now I must get going to be prepared. I want to be flawless for when she arrives. Coming to dinner tonight and I promised to cook something special. I will have about wine, and I'm sure hit with my choice. Something must be sommelier at the restaurant serve. I will
candles, and despite their soft glow not penetrate my retinas, I know that his candor will be present making company. The smell of burning wax envelops the scene giving the warmth it deserves.
I forget thee, my best friend. The most faithful and loyal of friends I ever had. I am blind, and she is silent. His only fault. But his company and ongoing support make me feel so safe and sound now can not imagine my life without nearby. Tan
undemanding and so accommodating to my wishes. Since it came into my life, the loneliness that was lodged in my heart, fired on the run for the door. I hope forever.
I can not see it when it is there, lying at my feet, but I am noticing that every movement that run, however light, she turns her head from German shepherd and provides me with caring eyes. ***
Thirty-six months after
Today my girlfriend has gone to work at the restaurant. He said not find anything good and I left lying on the bed in our flat. I will call your doctor for the visit at home. Leads days insinuating that since we live together, suffering from constant sneezing and watery eyes, and think you have allergies to the hair of my dog.
I said I have one just becoming immune to the hair of his own animal, be patient, because I do not want to face this dilemma. Lucera not my dog \u200b\u200bseems to accommodate the permanent presence of Ivana. The growls as it passes him and retreats to a corner when it comes to kiss me, because I hear his footsteps away. The first night scratching with its feet on the bedroom door and cried, because I was used to sleeping on the carpet at the foot of my bed. Luckily it has stopped, but while I love to feel that Ivana is Lucera still behind the door, waiting in silence. I suppose you think that has invaded its territory and is jealous of her. I hope it will eventually end up getting used to the presence of both in the home. ***
Thirty-six months and one hour after
I have also started to feel ill suddenly. An intense grief has invaded my chest, as if something was not right in my environment. I have been forced to ask the owner permission to be absent, and fortunately I have not put any qualms. Has offered to call a taxi, because I always go along with Ivana and she guides me to our house. I've lost the habit of resolving the few hundred meters separating I live in the restaurant, as previously covered this journey together Lucera.
slowly insert the key into the lock. The grief of my chest is more and more prominent and I was invited to open the door gently.
not hear more than silence. Nothing moves. My hands are shaking like a leaf in the wind and dropped the baton. Ivana's name out of my trembling throat in the form of questions, but no response. Automatically covers the steps that separate me from the door of the room. And suddenly I stumble on it.
- Lucera, come!
I bend to it. Moves nervous when I caress the back. Snuggles her head gently on my chest sticking and drawing his long tongue like licks. Is saturated.
My heart shrinks and looking frantically with my hands between his hair wound, but after a frustrating minutes, I see that seems to be fine and have nothing.
- What happened, Lucera? ... What-have-done, Lucera?
I have a terrible feeling. Ivana squeaky call, but still no answer. I try to enter the threshold of the bedroom, but Lucera gets in my way, not to let me pass. I try again and again, but my dog \u200b\u200bturns against my legs until they finally fall to the ground. I drag myself haunted by the ground so pathetic, while Lucera grabs me with his fangs the jersey, pulling back. Finally gives up, knowing that ultimately can not hide the truth. I feel the sound of their footsteps on the parquet disappearing from the room.
I climb into bed and I kneel beside the broken Ivana anatomy. I try to put my hand on her bare belly, but it sinks in their wet entrails left in the air. I support my lips on her face to kiss her, but I find no more than a bone scraping. Her perky breasts are just bloody pustules that melt in my fingers.
could not imagine the frightful scene design and bitter fierceness and rage that my dog \u200b\u200bhas torn my girlfriend. My world is crumbling and I can not help but cry inconsolably. ***
Thirty-six months to three hours after
I feel dizzy and lightheaded. I'm sitting in the living room couch and someone offers me a cup of lime juice constantly. The murmur of people in and out, that comes and goes, it confuses my senses. Odors, whispering softly, light air currents that deviate the passage of people and rub my face bringing me his dark secrets.
After the accident, and I communicated that he would never see the light of day, it was impossible to think then that could suffer a worse news than that. But what unpleasant surprises in store for me life ... what comfort I can get now ...
"Sir ... sorry. I Sánchez inspector. I was deeply dismayed to have to decide this question at the moment for you so terrible, but I am under obligation to have one at the request of the preliminary report ... Did you know the other person ... which is lying naked on the floor, on the other side of the bed?
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