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Those days used to be so long.

The exhaustion started taking possession.

The silence was really incorruptible.

I watched him when his eyes stared in oblivion.

In front of the threat

to forget my father sometimes

took my hand to ensure

that I still at his side.

Suddenly I felt submerged

in a wave of messed impressions.

in calls of my desperation

of insanity or both of them.

In front of the threat

to forget my father sometimes

took my hand to ensure

that I still at his side.

Submerged in hell

Loneliness I feel.

Carrying pain inside.

Don´t know about it.

In agony I remember to breathe.

Inside of my mouth

there´s a call but I never shout.

The dementia vanished

from his eyes and they closed.