"I, I, I received blows on my face and my body! All of those deaths! The long procession to the cemetery! Dad! And mom! And the terrible spectacle of Margaret! I was so swollen that could not lay her in the coffin! we had to burn it as if it were trash! you just came back in time for the funeral. And funerals are beautiful compared to the deaths. they are silent, but deaths are not always so. sometimes your breathing is hoarse, sometimes tartajosa, sometimes they shout to one: Do not let me go to the old often say:!. Do not let me go As if one could stop funerals are quiet, with beautiful flowers Y. .. oh, what sumptuous boxes are being taken not having been beside the bed when they shouted:.. Do not let me go !, you could not suspect that
