I know I'm the person least suited to talk about it to chance - given my age - Assumptions about the final moment of passage from life to death. I refer to those few minutes or seconds in which the body and mind passing from one to another: it is true that during the transition, even if the heart stops beating, brain activity continues, although for a very short period of time? And it is true that the eyes remain for a while last photographed image and the light goes out just now? And it is true that in those predicaments quick look death in the face?
I have no answers on this, but I know is that the reverse transition, from the mother's body to life in the outside world, I carry around and slow to disappear some shadows that belong to my stage intrauterine. Moments of darkness that still alternate, as in a dance, with the increasingly frequent moments in which color predominates the scene. In those areas
I have no answers on this, but I know is that the reverse transition, from the mother's body to life in the outside world, I carry around and slow to disappear some shadows that belong to my stage intrauterine. Moments of darkness that still alternate, as in a dance, with the increasingly frequent moments in which color predominates the scene. In those areas
time my eyes wander like a butterfly between sleep and the other, in the pauses that are my vigils. When I opened my eyes can face life and all of existence foma now occupies a place that was vacant, until yesterday, in my dream world. Markers
new color shades, the paper is no longer black, the movement catches the eye and makes it his own. When I wake up and abandon the dark hold of my life, with all strength in my body or just with a cry.
new color shades, the paper is no longer black, the movement catches the eye and makes it his own. When I wake up and abandon the dark hold of my life, with all strength in my body or just with a cry.
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