. . . D fter saying this, he gave two blows to his cap in the palm of the hand, the austere air placed in the head and said goodbye with a wave of his chin. That was his entire response to words that had left the young man's mouth five minutes before:
- "Old Muerete! " - he had said with an air of arrogance.
. . . Completing its insertación the old man turned, full of snuff from his old pipe clicks always accompanied him, a little waterfall and ... and continued his slow walk around town while smoking.
- "Bad service " - he said - " One day I will leave it ... maybe the day I die truth."
And lost thing left as the shouts and insults "which still barking at the back ... Poor thought, has not yet realized that he too will grow old, it pays to be so stupid, instead of learning something from this life ... they believe they know everything ...
- " Ahhh .. You should go through life .. simple but not simple " - whispered to himself.
- " And all for what? Why ask just where the bus stopped coming to school? ... That life is .. " - And down the old road that reached the city center . On reaching the city was becoming noisy, crowded in a hurry, nothing to do with the old road that had left his back. That old street ...
That old street was like he was the old road that everyone knew for so long was the old street that once was the center of the city and today joined the old with the now Gran Via reformed ... never mind, that old neighborhood street with their yards, their lifelong shopkeepers, its tight corners, sunny balconies, old and worn tejares ... that street with its small park, now abandoned, with their exits and their bars plazetas manolo, pepe and pussy, those where the waiter even called you by name and knew what you drank .. Those that not only were Don Francisco, but because you were friends .. Paco And it's not - " What do you want to take? " - for now ... by mere formality.
The truth is that I thought of dying many times, and no ... no ... I'm not a vampire or anything, just I have not found the right time to die I want. Call me vain if you want ... but in this society that gives more weight to death than life, I wanted the mine would be perfect ... and have what is called 'a good death. "
With 25 years almost died in the war, I burst a mortar at 40 paces, but I thought it was not a good way to die. Join exacerbated a number of individuals who fell in battle was not my idea of \u200b\u200bhow I wanted to finish. A number .. that would be ... just a number. What would remember me? What would my grandchildren yet unborn? ... Instead of my grandfather, just say, "yeah ... at my grandfather was called light infantry unit 3249 and died in the battle of ... mmm I do not remember!". When I've always liked just call me Paco. When I was
Tube 83 years an acute heart ... but I thought what a nerve die in a hospital doing my loved ones suffer, even more so when I had 6 days in a waiting room chairs so uncomfortable with these shattering the back. Insurance would not cry for my loss, but the pain caused by this long trance hospital and the smell of disinfectant.
At 91 was different ... I was tired ... But not so much eternal rest!. I thought ... What is it to rest forever?, I had been active all my life completely ... who had a thousand and one things that always interested me for a thousand details ... and what even I had to learn from this world ... "I would become a bum for life? .. no, no .. that nothing.
The other day ... I thought I'd die again ... but it was raining. If you call it silly, but it was pouring down ... And with rain the truth is that people do not take to the streets. Furthermore, how could I make that up sadness that causes a death ... my people catch a cold, if I die I will die ... but do not take me 3 more than the family or friends for pneumonia.
So for one reason or another, if it is hot, that if my grandson carlitos's wrong with her parents, as I will die on Saturday at 3 am to annoy a weekend with my friends and family , etc, etc ... I have not found the perfect day to die. And the truth ... I hope I never find him.
Photo: Roman Novoa Text: Sleepless
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