Won't

You do not know that yet,
but you will never forget me.
I will meet you, and smile at you,
and you will wish you could know me better.
And I will tell you my name,
and you will say where you live,
and will ask me to have lunch with you. And I will go.
You will open the door and be lonely in
your room, and think of me.
But you know nothing about me.
You will never forget me, though
you do not know that yet.

Seu filho

Ele tentou encontrar uma saída, mas não havia jeito. O sangue já escorria pelas suas pernas, deixando marcas dolorosas no chão do quarto.
Não conseguia parar de chorar, as lágrimas borravam toda a escuridão.

Era o feto. O feto que saia por entre as pernas dela, deformado, ensagüentado. O feto que, depois dos chutes, fora cruelmente cutucado até a morte. O feto que agora vinha ao mundo na irreconhecível forma de um pedaco pulsante de carne...
O filho era dele e, pensou, ela não tinha o menor direito de mandá-lo pra outro mundo.

Time to go

It feels like something has changed drastically. As if no one were around.

Suddenly, it's quiet enough for us to hear every little silent noise. It could be the wind blowing around, or some distant chord played from miles away. We will never know.

We actually barely care. The silence is so frightening that it doesn't really matter whether the noises come from in or outside our own minds.

We are ready to die. It is drastic, silent, and scary. But it's easier to leave when there is no need to say goodbye.

Take my hand and let us go away.