Yesterday was one of those days, in which death comes to earth and reminds us that she is the one who decides. Never mind that that day you've left the bed unmade, or say you left that thing tomorrow so important to the person who matter most. She arrives and poom. It leads to God knows where.
She always does the same way, I guess. Oh I like to yell at us mortals, so we are very stupid. I am the boss, my dear. Only I decide. Yesterday
more or less, about ten-thirty or eleven, found my old French teacher who died in the hallway of the class. So, without further. An alumna of the school that I went, opened the doorknob and found him lying. Is so strong that not even believe it. My teacher, my old tutor third of the ESO. Dead. In my old school, in classes that I went. It seems impossible. And to be honest, no I had been told she had an accident, or had had any pain or illness, would have swallowed me better. It's hard
so quiet you wake up one morning, you go to work, and even give your class. You take a coffee, and while waiting for your students reach your own class gets it and tell you, is your moment wanted. And leave you lying there on the floor, so fríoy dirty.
And he was so young. Why must death be? Today
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