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Review Today I meet the lone wild rose rusted by salinity of time on the side of my path dehydrated crab shells malodorous, that not long ago thrived with life hungry seagulls that foresee the invincible end condors of the seashore encircle the heart’s open wound rot on earth and in the air condor sniffs my old body that chokes only the symbols retain their shine. Symbols always retain their shine and lead my tired steps straight to the cemetery where the fame overlooks where the myth reigns where one day my life will be explained where my arthritic joins hardly endure the passing of the last moments there where years later with a full wallet I return to order my golden gravestone that the simple-minded will say he too exiled himself he too was ours bitter truth that they blaspheme an old man for the mistake he made in his unfledged youth
“Yes, I’m staying for the weekend; perhaps we could meet tomorrow for a while. What do you think?” “Yes, of course, tomorrow sounds fine; I’ll call you. You’re staying at—” “Yes, the Sheraton. Call me there when you are ready.” “Okay, Admiral, I’ll call you in the morning.” The Admiral nods and a smile covers his face as if a lonely sunray has fallen on it from behind a cloud and his wrinkles disappear and in their place sits the joy of a spring morning. They walk back to the others, and since the service is over, most people are on the way to the house for food and drinks. Emily and Jennifer accept everyone’s condolences, they hug some, shake hands with some, they exchange words with others. Peter and Rose are there as well, with Peter trying to stick close to Hakim, as if waiting to hear news regarding their little pact for Advanced Applications, Inc. Cathy and Emily chat when Helena joins them, hugs Emily and says, “You had to put all this together, I suppose?” “But, of course, my dear,” Cathy answers for Emily. “You know, it’s amazing all the things you have to decide; they put so many options in front of you and never give enough time,” Emily says. “It’s so confusing.” “You mean all the stuff for the service?” Helena asks. “Not just that. You have to choose the flowers, the food, the kind of wood the casket is made of, so many details, it’s endless. And everything is so expensive; it has become a big affair to bury someone these days.” Jennifer joins them and Helena asks about the new apartment. Jennifer describes the penthouse as huge, with stunning views of the water and beautiful views of the city to the south. It has two bedrooms, a big den, and a gourmet kitchen. She says they are going back to look at it again sometime this week and she’ll let her know when if she would like to come and look at it. “You can come with us. My mom hasn’t seen it yet either, so you’re coming also, okay, Mom?” she asks Emily. “Yes, sweetheart, I’ll come with you. I’m also curious to see it.” Bevan walks over to Emily and hugs her. “My condolences, Emily.May I talk to you privately for a minute?” “But of course, Bevan.” Emily and Bevan walk away from the crowd. “I’d like you to have this,” he gives her a copy of the memo he made at the office. Emily takes it, reads it and turns to Bevan, surprised. He says, “It is better this way. The police report is the same. I don’t see the need for details since it serves no purpose. I’m certain there are not going to be any questions about whether Matthew’s family is entitled to his pension and his severance pay. After all, he spent so many years serving the agency.
Experiences As the years pass the colours desert me or I desert them, the white rock seems more suitable to me. I carve, using the edge of my fingers, or with all my palm, with my lips, a white body, opposite the darkness of night, matching the night, discernible in the darkness. I let my tongue lustily in the marble mouth. Now then I have the right to keep silent and to close my eyes.