Jun 03, 2006 17:45
my father can open his eyes, but he cannot look into mine. When I talk to him his eyelashes quiver and the nurse tells me, "keep going, he's listening".
hector: has (finally) gone from being the love of my life, to being a way to kill time.
i have never made a bigger mistake than carlos:. the city is too small. the irony is too big.
what am i going to do?