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Sarah wakes up a little startled. She does not know, but I left a few hours to live. Nobody knows these things. In any case, this morning as Sarah opens her eyes suddenly, as rising fiercely from a deep white for air, and for a few seconds feels a great emptiness, something tangible, like an old dead animal skin in his hands, a void filled with sadness and loneliness.

Sarah gradually adjusts to its environment, and allow the skin to abide by every day, I think Sarah can not be doubt. And I just had a nightmare, so I feel so, so strange. What I have dreamed? Turn your head sideways and looks at her husband who sleeps where a peaceful old cat. How can he sleep well, so calm, when I just arrived from a world so cold and white? Because Sarah is now agreeing to sleep where she is walking down a road and someone chases, yes, that someone behind her, all on a snowy road and suddenly a hole swallows and Sarah falls goes down ... And when he wakes with a start on this last day of his life, this last morning in this room as dear where ever she found some peace. Think Sarah.

in the kitchen.

Sarah prepares breakfast, a coffee with milk for her and tea for Salva. Tiny suddenly remembered that her mother had a sad story that happened in a far and cold, ice a country where everything was glass, houses, roads, trees, plants, even the birds and was the story of a girl who disappeared under a blanket of white, untouched and remote. And deep. And no one else knew of it, that light soft girl with long golden hairs. Sarah looks with eyes wide open to his mother like a queen is telling this story in the North, says her mother far this animal look tired, Sarah now realizes it. But now, many years after the death of his mother to keep reading legends, it is too late to understand, to embrace.

Paseo.

Sarah loves to go for a walk after breakfast. It is not really a ride, or yes, depending where you look at the situations Sarah is going to feed her chickens in a pen that has, up in the village. The ride is smooth, like the weather. Today is already autumn, he thinks. Passes in front of Juanita's house.

- Daughter, your always active, Juanita says that she's sitting in the sun on a bench yolk color wood. Sarah thinks that Juanita is like an old lizard.

- Yes, Juanita, I'll feed the chickens.

- And the grandchildren? How are you?

- Thomas is a little cold, then I'll call Paqui.

It's fall and everything is always the same, is known as a continuum, known, appreciated. Juanita is like a friendly lizard, the sun shines like a huge diamond, trees are a green ocean.

James and Agnes.

Approaching the pen provided at home Sarah to James and Agnes and greets them and asks them as they are. Delicious is a custom, thinking. Santiago always makes her laugh with his bizarre stories about people that no longer exists, who are buried in the village cemetery long ago, they are now with sand and salt. Sarah says: If it were not for the moment, life would be.

These words are a little discouraged. Maybe I, intrinsic, in a depression that rises to the surface of this most inscrutable internal ocean. Neither Sarah knows nor understands Sarah. James laughs at this last day of his life, has this smile that amazed, 40 years ago to an elegant, dark Salva.

Tarde.

a short while that Sarah's life suddenly stop existing, so that your heart stops beating, that Sarah's humanity into something mysterious, empty and meaningless answer. Lack bit but Sarah does not know, nor Salva is talking with a neighbor on the wood that the city has in store for the neighborhood, or other people who follow their lives as if nothing were to happen.

And I did not know intimately Sarah I imagine her with the lightness of step gazelle walking towards her house, I have to call Paqui thinks Sarah. It's a beautiful fall day, watching the sky above reflects, light blue, a blue nail clear coat on the life of Sarah that he will never again behold.

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by bringing some cupcakes and Ines Santiago I have announced the death of Sarah. Cried the two, known since many years.
And so that I accompanied him here, in the morgue in the neighboring town where most of Sarah's family has arrived from the north of the country.

visitors in a morgue are of different species, all very interesting. There are those who cry nonstop. Inconsolable crying, sad and helpless, maybe even cry for us, for all the dead and the living. And there are those who are very serious. These do not cry. Their faces are as rigid and impenetrable Mascaret. There are those who pass by, friends who have heard from other neighbors. These look like they are surprised and maybe even happy to be alive. Always end up talking about other things, the latest car or the last game.

I am a neighbor, Sarah did not know much, just seeing her from time to time when he came to bring food scraps to the chickens of Amparo. An elegant woman, very pleasant, always smiling. He died this afternoon of a heart attack. So, suddenly. No more. As if a thunderbolt had fallen on him.

The children have all come in the same car, pale, and half stunned. Upon entering the living room sobs were heard singing reminded me of the mysterious whale. Sobs and waves up and down, a clearer, deeper ones. You can not be anything in front of a whale sob, a sob of a being who does not understand what is happening, a wail that rises in the air as if asking for a response. Behind the glass lies the body of Sarah, in a dark wooden box. This, to me, is the answer.

Another neighbor was presented with a box full of cups and a thermos of coffee. His dark hands to work the land have toyed with the head of one of the daughters.

Mom! other daughter has screamed. The men, outside, have looked in silence close.

Nobody understands death, much as we know it is the only reason for living. By many religions and many improbable stories, no one understands, no one accepts it, nobody wants. Death comes, goes through life, broken lives, choking spaces ones apart.

In lapse of an hour has gone Sarah says the mayor, his brother.

In the living room have infiltrated other neighbors, including two elderly women. I look askance. I do not know why, but the elders know how to behave with grace when death presents itself. It is a matter of experience, I say. My two neighbors are sitting and are present. Are. They are like two pillars still, strong, impressive. Just look at me with a strange calm and blissful. Sarah's husband, sitting in front of them, puzzled stare into her hands.

Later I return to town with Agnese and Santiago. Accompanied them to the door his house, very close to mine. We wish good night and God willing we will see tomorrow. Before going into my house a deep breath. And I'll stay a while looking at the stars above, very bright.