En la cama de un hospital.

Imagen de mi propiedad tomada con mi telefono ALCATEL1/EDITADA

Gilberto meditaba mirando el techo, ese mismo que pasó de extraño a conocerle todas sus imperfecciones, sabía de la gotera de la esquina habían reparado, los mosquitos acercándose a la lámpara en las noches, que tenían una rutina, mientras que su mente, era lo único que parecía pertenecerle de su humanidad atada a tubos y máquinas cuyo titilar variaba de rítmico a insoportable en cuestión de minutos, esto era siempre el preámbulo, al mundo escondido en sus recuerdos, a esos que visitaba una y otra vez, como la última vez que vio a su padre sin saber que no volvería a hablarle, será que pronto lo vuelve a ver? o cuando tuvo que separarse de su hijo, con su mirada de dolor que penetraba en su alma tanto que quería cambiar, pero ya era tarde, su realidad era aquella cama de hospital.

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ENGLISH

Image of my property taken with my ALCATEL1 phone.

Gilberto meditated looking at the ceiling, that same one that went from strange to know him all its imperfections, he knew of the leak in the corner they had repaired, the mosquitoes approaching the lamp in the nights, that had a routine, while his mind, was the only thing that seemed to belong to him of his humanity tied to tubes and machines whose flickering varied from rhythmic to unbearable in a matter of minutes, this was always the preamble, to the world hidden in his memories, to those he visited again and again, like the last time he saw his father without knowing that he would never speak to him again, will he see him again soon? or when he had to separate from his son, with his look of pain that penetrated his soul, so much that he wanted to change, but it was too late, his reality was that hospital bed.

Image of my property taken with my ALCATEL1/EDITED phone.
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