DRAMA, TRAGEDY,

 

WHEN I ARRIVED AT THE CASONA THE HUGE DOOR WAS OPEN, HE RUN TO HIS ROOM AND WAS TRANCED. I DIDN'T ANSWER MY APPEALS WITH SHOUTS, KICK THE DOOR UNTIL YOU BEAT IT. I FOUND HIM INANIME. ON THE DESKTOP FOUR CLOSED LETTERS WITH DIFFERENT NAMES, ONE OF THEM FOR ME, WHICH I DID NOT OPEN. CALL 105 AND DELAY, BUT AN AMBULANCE CAME. THE TWO NURSES TOOK IT TO HIM, AND ALSO THE FOUR LETTERS, I USED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL WITH HIM BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY I DIDN'T DO IT THAT TIME, MAYBE IT WAS THE DARKNESS AND THE FEAR OF THE WORST. THAT WAS REASON FOR INCREPATION_ - YOU DID NOT ACCOMPANY ME. IN THE EARLY MORNING I KNOCK THE DOOR, I HAD CLEANED HER STOMACH. AND THEN HE HAD ESCAPED. HE TOLD ME NO MONEY. A FEW KILOMETERS AWAY. A short time later, he was admitted to mental health. AT LEAST TWICE. BETTER BUT KEPT COMPLAINING OF HEADACHE. LEON LEGAZCUE, URUGUAY, 2021

 

WHEN I ARRIVED AT THE CASONA THE HUGE DOOR WAS OPEN,

HE RUN TO HIS ROOM AND WAS TRANCED.

I DIDN'T ANSWER MY APPEALS WITH SHOUTS,

KICK THE DOOR UNTIL YOU BEAT IT.

I FOUND HIM INANIME.

ON THE DESKTOP FOUR CLOSED LETTERS WITH DIFFERENT NAMES, ONE OF THEM FOR ME, WHICH I DID NOT OPEN.



CALL 105 AND DELAY, BUT AN AMBULANCE CAME.

THE TWO NURSES TOOK IT TO HIM, AND ALSO THE FOUR LETTERS,

I USED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL WITH HIM BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY I DIDN'T DO IT THAT TIME,

MAYBE IT WAS THE DARKNESS AND THE FEAR OF THE WORST.

THAT WAS REASON FOR INCREPATION_

- YOU DID NOT ACCOMPANY ME.



IN THE EARLY MORNING I KNOCK THE DOOR,

I HAD CLEANED HER STOMACH.

AND THEN HE HAD ESCAPED.

HE TOLD ME NO MONEY.

A FEW KILOMETERS AWAY.



A short time later, he was admitted to mental health.

AT LEAST TWICE.

BETTER BUT KEPT COMPLAINING OF HEADACHE.



LEON LEGAZCUE, URUGUAY, 2021

Pesimismo literario
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