From a staggering slowly from an overwhelming reluctance to bend the clothes I wash. I have the annoyance stuck in the skin. There, folding shirts, sweaters, boxers and break into tears. The sadness always haunt me in the most unexpected moment with tears that have no restraint. I rub your eyes to continue folding clothes then I will wash. But I can not. I must learn to continue with this gap. Support the front wall and close my eyes to see if I can find calm. The anxiety is quieting and begin to regain breath. Shortly little. The thoughts return again to the same lane after the outburst, but the anguish of that sorrow will come at any moment is a sense always imminent. José Roberto Coppola
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