The closed eyes. After years I thought that living close their eyes because they are afraid of the dead. And they are afraid because the eyes of the dead are clear and huge thick as tranquil lakes. There them in a single sign of the ferocity of life.
Those eyes, that first tore into anguish and suffering of death, now they were firm, expressive, clear as in life, in happy days.
do not tell anyone. These are secrets that do not confess ... The
closed my eyes. I did it myself. There was no one who was able to do at that time. And I never wanted to.
Years later a doctor taught me that a man can not truly be called a man if he never saw at least one death and a birth. I know that those words are true.
