Are there norms that define the boundaries between sanity and madness? Determined not to write about women anymore, Diego responds to his publisher's pressure with a series of controversial erotics about the little girl who loves. His books become a...
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In the picture:It is selfish to cry when there are much worse people
Last text by Diego Silva, written on the last sheet of his wedding album with Ms. Missi; the author was in his bed at Sant Cecilia's Hospital
I apologize for the ugly handwriting, I'm used to typing things on the computer, but cold metal machines are not a good place for last words. The lyrics will get worse, it will get so ugly that you may not be able to understand some things, Missi all trembling decided to hold my other hand tightly, until it seems that she is the one who will die.
She is very strange during the visits, she must have discovered that I fucked the nurse. She's very pretty, black with long curly hair - not like Missi's curl, more defined - and made me sign a bunch of books when I got here. When there are no visiting hours, Elisa is my only company, she talked to me about how her boyfriend didn't like do it anymore. I fucked her. Now he walks around glaring at Missi.
It's hard to see when my wife is sad, seems always with the mind of. Sometimes it's scary, where should keep the head? Here she comes to rest on me these little eyes, green as the sea and the sea is not a reflection of the sky where angels live?
Aha! The bastard wants to introduce me to something, the nymphet - or another nickname, she is already grown up, isn't good call her like this - is afraid to speak. It is true that I cleave her many traumas, but not this one. This one came from before. I can't understand the problem on talk.
"I wanna die!" and who doesn't want to from time to time? At the time I got angry, I don't want to die and I go, I couldn't stand to hear her say that. I called her as many ugly things as if I still had the right to do so. Only Elisa announcing the end of visiting hours stopped the fight.
Is it the second day the visits are not released, why can't I be touched? Not even Elisa's smile could make the day better, because today she won't come.
Everyone in this hospital must be real cowards, when I got the diagnosis the doctors didn't tell me. "You'll forget everything" Missi who had to announce with that scared rat voice, don't they know she's afraid to talk? They still keep me from seeing her.
They locked my bedroom door because yesterday I gave fried chicken to one of the patients, the doctors said he was in no condition for solid food. He's in a position for everything, he's dying, and I just wanted the man's food cries to stop bothering me. They should hang here a sign warning where the wing of the deceased is.
Again this story of sadness, she must not understand that I am dying. Missi seems to be trying to provoke unnecessary fights over these annoying subjects. Being dumb already makes a fortune before the age of thirty, being smart will make a thousand times greater than received. And I'm dying, it's selfishness to cry when there are a lot worse people.
"I'm pregnant" so that was bothering her, silly. I hugged her laughing, just go outside for an abortion. "Good, good," she replied, becoming happy again. I had never fucked a pregnant woman, not that I knew of. When we lie down Missi made me promise never to forget her, we both know that I won't keep that promise.
I wrote Missi's face next to the bed on a napkin, when I forget how to spell it will be no use.
Missi will be a while without appearing, is in Europe treating that disease. I hope they don't try to stop her from doing this, better not think about it, , if nothing leaks it will be all right and if it leaks, at most they will only judge it more.
I want my wife to come back to fight, fuck or cry. Elisa is trying to cheer me up in every way possible and my mind dreams of Missi's little slutty kisses.
Tomorrow morning when Missi comes back I will ask for more of those little bitch kisses.
Is she ok? Did you have any complications with the trip? These useless people tell me nothing.
It's taking too long to get back, I'm so worried. I tried to leave the hospital, but they wouldn't allow it. Just thinking that I locked myself here.
I spend the days just waiting for her to open that door, even when there are no visiting hours.
