The Hands of Time
In the rare moments when I think about how best to employ I think my hands at the time and sometimes he gave me his hand to walk by. I think of my stubborn disbelief, how I shake my head when I think something is too much for me to leave my hand there.
To my mistakes, and finally to the fact that I call them that.
and then come to think of how best to use my hands, hoping that the face time a discount now and then, turning back ITS hands. Somehow.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
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The American way
I know that this year is the last because I feel it. I feel the beginning of the end, the wonderful feeling of having to attend to, of having too many things to do in just 24 hours, every 24 hours.
What I feel is the certainty of knowing what to do next. A wise friend told me something enlightening in its 'banality': "You are a graduate in Medicine and Surgery."
And I love them both, medicine and surgery. And I love not having enough time to make peace with both, I love that time flies and I love doing things right. I like broken bones, I like the mess in my belly, I love to manage the chaos. And that's the american
way.
I know that this year is the last because I feel it. I feel the beginning of the end, the wonderful feeling of having to attend to, of having too many things to do in just 24 hours, every 24 hours.
What I feel is the certainty of knowing what to do next. A wise friend told me something enlightening in its 'banality': "You are a graduate in Medicine and Surgery."
And I love them both, medicine and surgery. And I love not having enough time to make peace with both, I love that time flies and I love doing things right. I like broken bones, I like the mess in my belly, I love to manage the chaos. And that's the american
way.
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