I remember ...
Walk through the downtown, some people look at me and smiles. Evil does not exist yet.
I miss walking the streets, do not recognize anything.
close my hands around her tiny body sick, I feel his last breath. My turtle leaves. The first death that hurts.
plastic aromas. Scattered toys, cruelty. We call
Witch. watch over Witch, visited his home while it is not. There, everything is dark, except for a lighted room where an old woman sleeps peacefully. The room smells like roses.
explore the ruins of some buildings, months after the quake.
moisture-laden walls, people do not know or will know. Grandpa's birthday.
The sense of danger in sports, shyness in class. The first daring to jump from one roof to another. The fight to death in school.
A Esther kiss, first of all. But that does not remember, just know that ever happened. Instead glimpse silence and choking, like opening his eyes under the sea.
Uncles, cousins, children, strangers. Family life.
plants, germinating. Spiders in the school yard, the ducks. Fresh milk straight from the cow.
Nightmares fever.
The anguish of the first night in total darkness. She says, "Do not cry, do not be afraid." It is a voice and an unknown presence, I feel a quiet iridescence. That is that.
The first bitter pill of humiliation, to someone too hard.
The train, and that deviation ritual.
Discovering the body. Own, that of others. And then the mutation.
Heartburn teeth falling.
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