A news just entered my fontanel. Like being washed down by ice cold mountain water. Grateful, my brain doesn't freeze. The news, immediately crouched in my skull. Creeping more and more here.
Hiding in a number of brain cells, whether hiding in the right or left brain cells. Like moving from the left brain to the right brain, back and forth, constantly. As if dancing a choreography abstraction movement.
My brain, unable to grasp, trying to digest the news, became another meaning, whatever. Just don't tell me that Still can not. Only the news. Huddle over my brain.
"Yes ..." Lyrical.
The news is not disastrous. Nor is fate. I don't know what it's called. Just come, through medical explanation very carefully. But it still confuses my feelings. What a mess the brain is in my head. Confusing, perhaps, the word is rather appropriate.
"Have eaten?" your voice is full of life's spirit.
"If you wait for the eldest or the youngest to go home. Hungry-thirst calls out to us to eat immediately. They are still completing tasks on each campus," I kissed your forehead.
We headed for the dining table. In this simple house.
"Tomorrow, if you go home. Don't forget to bring souvenirs. For your little one. Your elbows have been pushing the lining of my stomach ever since." That message, often, when you crave. Will wait for my return to bring a souvenir. Twenty-two years ago.
Your voice, also that sweet smile, now, is still charming.
Night increases night. Morning to the train station in the city, into the afternoon then afternoon, taking me home with a souvenir of fruit.
Excitement. Love. Affection. Keep awake.
"You have to eat lots of fruit ..." There are unspoken things about you then, then now. I peel fresh apples carefully.
You chew apples carefully. The smile could not be separated from the look on your face. I fed again. One by one apple slices.
Countless how much love has been attached. I admire you. You were very calm receiving the news, the detailed medical explanation.
I can't lose Right, as if I have to look stronger than you. Even though I'm actually beaten. Demolished. Something on your body should be for me only.
I understand. Not trying to understand. Lately some time ago, before the beginning of the news. That something, maybe, is already in your body. Make body temperature up and down. Your emotions are not stable.
Now, I understand very well. Because of the pain, like a stiff, painful, almost sharp sting, it is almost like being pricked with dozens of needles.
"Two pieces of apples left?" You stroked my head.
"It's quite full. Thank you". Life is turbulent in your eyes. Resistance to something.
My two children hugged me tight, one by one. After coming out of his mother's bedroom. Both of them still don't want to leave my eyes.
In the eyes of these two young men, I tried to guess. It is as if the strength of their feelings is burning. Trying to fold novelty into his feelings. Maybe, to strengthen a hope.
"Bob? Tomorrow at seven-thirty minutes. We, take Mother to the hospital, right?" the eldest voice. It felt his heart tremble to hit my chest. The strength of his eyes as if he were stronger than me.
At first glance, the youngest's tears fell to the floor. As if describing the explosion of his feelings.
"Yes." My voice. Spirit. Both of them do not want to move from their place. "Come on! Leave," my voice. Startled them.
Sometimes we go together to the train station in the city. There were no jokes on the train this morning, not as usual. The youngest looks down again.
Leaves fall every day. The weather is always changing. When the logic of playing with dreams, maybe wishful thinking. As if reality flows in waves. Pull over to shore, sway back in the wind, towards oceanic hope.
Horizon curves, line the sky to the heart's eye. Beautiful Mega flying, like seagulls going home marching across the sky line, then left again from the nest. To stopover the provisions of the objectives.
Maybe, because life, perhaps, is like a relentless struggle. Clockwise round. Maybe.
Night, over time gradually becomes dawn, returning to the beginning according to the provisions of the gravitational rotation of the balance between the planets. The life of the universe, revealing the presence of twinkling eastern stars calling the sun.
Bright weather painting the sky coloring mega. Sparkling as beautiful as the diversity of affection, uniting the love of an agrarian country. Where we serve life.
The moon awaits hope, the starry night. The sun hugs the other side, maybe half the planet Earth. Prayers toward the sky benefit, healing, health, love in the pearl of love.
The meanings in the provisions have been established, as, when love has been born. Seeds grow. Plants create flowers. Forests describe the physical freshness of the green. The vibrant orange choir, the hymn of love in white.
Nurse crossed. Pushing the hospital bed, dropping you off, entering the sturdy blue light door, sterile medical surgical installation.
We, three men, borrowed your royal eye, through thick walls, saw you, along the white corridor leading to the medical operating room. With the sun of hope. Sincere.
Twelve hours we waited with patience. Then, our thirteen full hours with the hope of kindness.
May you return as bright as daybreak, as clear as dew drops in the tropical forests of our country. Always you admire, when we tick-to the mountain.
Arriving at the top of the climb, you hug me. We, express gratitude, for the offerings of a beautiful country. Matured love, all our love for us.
The news, from a sterile medical surgical installation finally came.
Conditions, my children's mother is fine. Such is the brief conclusion of the long detailed medical explanation and the development of your health, ayu, after surgery later. According to the head of the hospital's expert team of doctors.
Springs always give hope to the earth. The river snakes from upstream to downstream of the estuary's vortex. Merging the ocean tells the universe, the meaning of the balance of the ecosystem.
Simplicity of hope, embroidering ideals. Hopefully, awareness in the divine faith is capable of accepting change. Maybe, like the sun with the moon, always, giving each other a different intensity of light, however, always unite day or night.
I'm still sitting on the slope of the climb to the top of this mountain. Here, you give lectures to the campus group. How to become a mountain climber, always, obey the provisions of nature.
Unable to taste, these eyes don't steal glances at you. At that time. It's a loss, if you don't glance for your pretty face for an instant.
If I look at you from this side, you can see the tip of your nose a little, more your ears poking through your hair. From that side ...
Suddenly, your royal eye catches my eye. As fast as lightning, too, I, throwing my face to the ground. Although feeling impressed, I planted deep in my mind, together with a prayer, may be answered.
There's still your little knife, the symbol of our stories, on the rock where I sit now. Waiting for violet coloring mega-mega in the universe sky. Blush pseudo, trees from this height. Tropical forests that light fertility.
"I don't want to go home." At that time. You said.
Fourteen months after that you gave birth, son, the eldest. The Milky Way is like playing psalms of joy and gratitude. Again, fourteen months and a half, then, you gave birth to the boy, the youngest. Prayers from friends, our two families with stars. The light in your heart is blazing.
The jasmine series of jungle vines rise, you, always watering. Early morning, as after the Most Holy voice from the houses of worship.
The next order is your little scissors. You don't like to see dry branches, then there are wilted leaves that don't fall. You just want the plants to grow flowers in your little garden, always looking fresh with colorful blushes.
Life expectancy, researching jasmine branches. Patience picking withered leaves.
"Bob? A little pair of scissors, please." Daydream, gasped by your unique voice, still hasn't changed. Oh! You have moved away from me apparently, shifted to the corner of our small yard, under a guava tree.
Mirage, like crossing images. You are now in a wheelchair. I stand next to you. While putting small scissors in your palm. Your body temperature warms up again. My power stopped on my tongue, my mouth closed, locked. Those beautiful, loving eyes.
"Which part of the branches between the leaves will be cut off." I asked, still holding your palm. Your body temperature is hot, not warm. Efforts to calm down, actually.
"Can I, please?" The glint of the eagle. I fumbled. You say again. "Why, huh, Be? These dry leaves won't fall." Your typical voice. So fascinating. Again, I just nodded. The smile of your resistance to something in your body. Look very.
I kissed your crown, stroking gently. You look up, your eyes asking for something.
"How, I, can cut the jasmine branch. Already stacked, crossed with the tip of a pinky branch on it." Immediately I lifted you slowly. You have been in my arms.
"Sorry, Bob. Thank you. Can you be a little taller? Just straighten my body." As soon as you change positions, you will straighten up in my arms. Your hands rest on my shoulders. As soon as both of my arms rest on your body, tighter close my body. You stand slowly like you stand up.
"O! Beautiful Universe. Strengthen my feelings." My mind knelt down.
In the past, you were able to help. When I was mired in the huma slopes as high as the climb. As fast as lightning, you tie the harness rigging swiftly, tightly, tightly. Comrades also tie the rope to each other's bodies, respectively.
Daypack, stuck in twisted cross branches, you just cut it. Then you leave it scattered, still involved in the branches.
You and your friends pull me up at once, as hard as you can. Throw me blindly not far beside you. On top of the sloping land. Then, your clear eyes, sharply staring. Like an eagle will pounce. Initially, we were brought together by the provisions of your nature.
"Climb the mountain! Focus, with eyes." Your two fingers point to your eyes.
"Sorry leader." The eagle's eyes looked back. Penetrate my eyes.
"Bob?" Again, I gasped. "Focus. Can you, move a little closer? A little more." I advanced a span. "Stop! Enough. Thank you."
"Yes! Leader." In my mind, excited. The voice was still about precision discipline.
"Bob?" The eagle's voice made me look up faster.
Oh! Universe. The eagle's eyes still pounce. I lowered your body slowly, and smiled the eagle's eyes. I return it to its original place.