Memories of indifference
Memories of indifference
I wrote a poem to portrait my brother. He was the one who ate the eggs before being father. He reversed the funcional way not even realizing. Maybe that was the trick, to leave aside theorical mentality. Unlabel it. I wrote to portrait him. To tell him whom he was and who was me.
No way, my dear.
I assisted to one of his guitar classes. He played minor and major cords. I perceived the difference, the sadness and the joy. But he forgot it. Unlabel.
* spanish idiom: You will eat two eggs when you are father