Sunday, August 21, 2005

Cuadros de familia (1)

I still remember the tubes meandering out of him in the desperation of the ICU. He would be dead in a jiffy, doctors said. Ten years later, I see my father standing at the door, resting on his walking stick, thoroughly shaping words like gems, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. A fascinating puzzle of will and faith caged in a paralyzed body.

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