I haven't seen it have life but the
humility of a dead body later

Rosalía de Castro

Along the way, the first thick drops of what will be a chubasca begin to grow over the years, both in the environment and at home, when mixed with news about the arrival of the new children. After a phone call comes the dates you will remember forever, the surnames of the doctors and the weather conditions, which will show you on all the calendars from now on, without the need for a calendar. The heat, the snow, the immense south wind, rained one morning, as it had never been before, so it would never be forgotten. With that shirt, the other day you did a thousand things, without suspecting that, a meeting, shopping, a race in sports, now everyone has taken another meaning.

Thinking about death is like thinking about the infinity of the universe, too big to understand the mental jellyfish made with flesh, doesn't fit so wide inside the skull. It may be done in its own way: that we do not spend more than a couple of minutes a day on these kinds of big questions, that we go down to the size of what is in our hands. Keep working, keep believing, keep sleeping and wake up, nothing makes sense, on Mars it's 100 km/h even if no one taps the wind, in America now it's night, you're listening to the voice of a person who's not here in an old video, a voice that won't be heard anymore, because there are no vocal cords coming back into the world. The lucky you, because he was born by your side.

I've seen an older person looking at his youth photos, tossing with his finger the breasts of the friends in the photo, "This is dead, and this too, and this, poor," and I've felt the cold of his arms and shoulders in mine, the loneliness of a round table that's been emptied, the bread crumbs in the slow. Death teaches the eyes to look at how he despises. Once, once everyone on the table has taken pictures, someone will have to grab that picture, maybe I, not knowing what day that was, why they got together, which was on the other side of the camera. I'll have to remember this other day, when I heard the explanations, this will be the picture that nobody has taken us, the unrecorded video. That kind of thing fits in the flesh, even if it's blurry. Nothing else. Sometimes I want to think that we were born to learn some fat truth and that we will not die until we know it. Then I realize no, death is rarely going to catch you ready.