But a man cannot renounce his life for half a day: There is either the rest of eternity or nothing.

But I had done for them what no one had ever tried to do for me. To say, to their hopes: No.

There remained the fear of dreams, which are incontrollable.

The sun burned white, conjugating its colorlessness, it’s fixed, blazing surface, against sand so blank that it induced visions.

The sun was a dog with a hot, dry tongue that licked and licked me until it woke me up.

In the end it had all been too simple, too easy. But I feared my good fortune.

Estoy entrgado a la nada. I am delivered up to nothingness.

Y yo la miro y siento que amo a la gente triste y silenciosa.

-¿Por qué?- Quiso saber--¿Y por qué no?- repliqué"-El relato se detiene, hay un espacio en blanco.Se suspende oportunamente: la última frase es magnética, me ha retenido.En efecto, la cuestión no es por que me mataré, sino por qué no matarme.