Tonight
I saw myself in the dark window as
the
image of my father, whose life
was
spent like this,
thinking
of death, to the exclusion
of
other sensual matters,
so
in the end that life
was
easy to give up, since
it
contained nothing: even
my
mother's voice couldn't make him
change
or turn back
as
he believed
that
once you can't love another human being
you
have no place in the world.
deep
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