The broken Mist

in balance with this life. . .

Posted in Uncategorized by Jiménez-Smith on September 30, 2008

And the doctor told us: “Enfermedades Silenciosas,”. Nothing that is. Between his ribs and his lungs was a huge amount of some kind of fluid. There were four possible causes. None of them favorable. After an hour or so of taking him to a bigger hospital and back to the local vet, he passed away gently. Dolethal. That is the name. The orangeness of the liquid inside the syringe is fixed every time my darkling lids perceive the tiredness. I can’t read. I can’t sleep. I don’t grasp any distraction. Futile as it is, to be writing; if anything I can still smell him. He’s around for a milisecond but then I realise the routine has fell. The worst part has already passed: Me arriving home without kneeling to grab him because he is already there, waiting for me.

In balance with this life, this death.

I ____ ___ ___.


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  1. Gabi said, on September 30, 2008 at 4:09 pm


  2. SZ said, on October 7, 2008 at 8:47 pm

    Lacrimosa nux illa.
    Remember when the past gone and the future had not come yet.
    “La curiosidad es en cierto modo como el amor, siempre establece un lazo entre el objeto y el sentimiento; y con tal de que éste último posea suficiente energía, no importa lo despreciable que sea el primero.”

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