Swearing on the plane, because it goes too slow. Pray you do not know who or what is to arrive in time. Getting out of breath and shaking it on the bed, still no one has bothered to give him morphine. Go to the doctors and say "do not I give a fuck instances of religious and political, I do not want to see my father suffer, I do not want aggressive medical treatment "be told that a few days, maybe hours, maybe only minutes. Far back in the room and finally after the first injection it quiet. The oxygen mask that rises forever and you always put it back. spend hours to wet the parched lips. see that smile and answered kindly smile. Wait. The last night he stayed calm. In the morning woke up at 5 am crying with his hands through his hair. Running to call the nurse's face more morphine and I always thank that there is morphine. stay near him and see him finish. whispering to her I'm here, I love you, do not be afraid. Look over eyes and understand that it is shiny, it looks and smiles and waves his hand. Slow to see that life leaves him, the awareness of the arrival of the death fast, which comes, see infiltrating from the nails of hands and change his color. Until the last breath. Know, by now with poignant grief, the feeling of nostalgia. Of curses, screams, laughter, slamming the door, the smell of perfume, dances, restlessness and vitality. Million will not be enough to get it back tears. And it's just another day. With more tears and memories with others.
