I am about to be one more or one less, I am as confused or perhaps delirium by moment.

For instants I would like to embrace eternity of time and value every second.
Sometimes I have felt my body obsolete and helpless until sometimes it gives me fear to feel that same innate cold of those who go before.
Of those who can no longer return, of those who have begun to feel that absurd silence that seizes the words with cold and pain.
Of those that only exist in a short recess of our memories ... Pedro Pérez