El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
Papá dijo que había llegado la hora de esparcir las cenizas de Mamá.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
Papá dijo que había llegado la hora de esparcir las cenizas de Mamá.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
CUERVO Esta es la historia de la muerte de tu mujer. PAPÁ He cambiado de idea. No quiero oírla. CUERVO Pero de eso se trata, precisamente. Se golpeó la cabeza. PAPÁ Cuervo, en serio, está bien. Ya lo sé. No necesito saber. CUERVO Hay que joderse. |
El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
Papá solía contarnos cuentos y esos cuantos cambiaron cuando Papá cambió.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
Me negaba a perder una esposa y ganar en volumen de tareas diarias, así que acepté la ayuda que me ofrecían.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
Llenaremos esta casa de libros y la llenaremos de juguetes y lloraremos como niños abandonados en el parque.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
She was beaten to death, I once told some boys at a party. Oh shit mate, they said. I lie about how you died, I whispered to Mum. I would do the same, she whispered back. |
El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
And then our Mum and Dad were in love and they were truly dry-stone strong and durable and people speak of ease and joy and spontaneity and the fact that their two smells became one smell, our smell. Us.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
She was not busy dying, and there is no detritus of care, she was simply busy living, and then she was gone.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
[Grief] is everything. It is the fabric of selfhood, and beautifully chaotic. It shares mathematical characteristics with many natural forms.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
For a souvenir, for a warning, for a lick of night in the morning. For a little break in the mourning. |
El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
And the boys were behind me, a tide-wall of laughter and yelling, hugging my legs, tripping and grabbing, leaping, spinning, stumbling, roaring, shrieking and the boys shouted I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU and their voice was the life and song of their mother. Unfinished. Beautiful. Everything.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
I missed her so much that I wanted to build a hundred-foot memorial to her with my bare hands. I wanted to see her sitting in a vast stone chair in Hyde Park, enjoying her view. Everybody passing could comprehend how much I miss her. How physical my missing is. I miss her so much it is a vast golden prince, a concert hall, a thousand trees, a lake, nine thousand buses, a million cars, twenty million birds and more. The whole city is my missing her.
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El duelo es esa cosa con alas de Max Porter
Moving on, as a concept, is for stupid people, because any sensible person knows grief is a long-term project. I refuse to rush. The pain that is thrust upon us let no man slow or speed or fix.
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