Ownership
Those, of course, had left, but their death had remained here and it fluttered inside the rooms, so I had to raise my arm to protect my eyes to pass through. For this reason, I saw nothing of the world.
Only sometimes, when I was very sad, my dead mother smiled and
looked over my shoulder at the child standing behind us (even though
it was so inattentive that we had grown) Then I leaned on the chair
and sat there seeing the black shade of the trees descending since
The only thing one has in the world is somewhere to lean and cry
for the game that remained unfinished.
