porq not know I always liked the cactus. Perhaps they looked so tranqilos porqe and gentle with yourself.
One day someone gave me one. And I watched, he poured water every 2 weeks as I recommended. aunqe qe admit sometimes dried, I forgot to water it. But despite that, the cactus was still intact.
One day qe saw it so dry I poured enough water to save him, but ended up breaking it. The cactus was separated from the land. I tried to re-sow, but could not. So I left qe Hence, in a pseudo position seemed qe qe cactus was in harmony with the earth.
And I left. I left the pot and left.
Yesterday I felt crushed, qe could not stand. Qe screamed and cried and could not take anymore, I can not anymore. That day my grandfather operated a tumor and I felt so very alone, the only person qe qe Qeri there was accompanying, was not. I smashed to the utmost. But at one point, the cactus looked away and noticed something curious: at the cactus had grown clover.
qede I stupid, had porqe presumed dead cactus. And left him there until qe do not understand how: all the land of dead could flourish clover. Although, when I moved the pot fell clover, is still fragile and weak and I can not sharp in giving water a cactus. So how to fix the qe SCH clover and I put 2 sticks of matches used to qe clover will not fall. I am
qe people believe in signs. And to me, that clover is a splendid sign. QÉ do not know, but it is. That date, March 9 that is a mystical time for me. It only happens once a year. That date has shown me many things. So I can not leave to be an optimistic shit ...
PS: Today while in the freezer, is shocked and made me think. Qe I realized life is so short and I do not plan to wait to be dead just then regret things I did or qe qe should have done.
