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- MY FATHER'S HEAD
- Why am I here? I do not know why I am here, nor who are all these people, I cannot understand anything, the management is dressed in white, we in gray pajamas, I know perfectly well that this is a madhouse, but it is not my place, I am not crazy. Now, I really don't know why I did what I did, but that doesn't mean I'm crazy. I loved my father very much, I think that a better father cannot have a son than the one he had, he was like a giant five meters tall, a genius, like a God, for having the father I had I was really privileged, privileged ...
- We lived together, me alone with dad, since mom died when I was very young, he gave me advice, very good advice, he was a real father, he gave very good advice, too bad I couldn't follow even one, for example he said, with good reason:
- -Hey, bastard! It is time for you to study or work, you are already 20 years old, you cannot continue living at your father's expense all your life.
- Dad was right, he was absolutely right.
- -Hey!, other boys are after the girls, but not you, you just stay here all day, that way you're never going to give me a grandson, you're already 20 years old, you're big.
- He was right, Dad was always right, he was a genius, everything, he knew everything, I wanted to talk to the girl, I didn’t had the courage to talk to her, but how am I going to approach her?, they must be overwhelmed, I do not know how to overwhelm a woman, if you do not overwhelm a woman, she will never be around with you no matter how young and beautiful you are, and how will I overwhelm them?, I am a plaster, like this, all shabby, tough, always looking at the girls with eyes as fried eggs, if I'm unhappy, I'm afraid of them, don't you feel insecure, right? I do, all my life.
- Dad made the food, he was a very good cook, I don't even know how to prepare a fried egg, I wanted to learn when I was a boy, but Dad laughed at me and said to me:
- -Eeeh!, This is not for you! Cooking is an artist thing, you have no talent for this, go, go, go and wash the dishes!
- Of course, I am going to tell you something, I am a very good carpenter, because a good carpenter of course I am, a very good carpenter. At home, in my spare time, which was the most, I made tables, toys, chairs and everything very perfectly, and that made Dad very angry, he said:
- -You are good at making nonsenses !, since you are good to make nonsenses , why don't you get a job at a carpentry? That way you would bring a little money home, but no! It doesn't occur to you, it doesn’t even flies past you!
- I laughed because it’s something that happens to me when i’m given advice and I had already thought about employing myself in a carpentry, but Dad telling me to employ myself in a carpentry was enough for my desire to go away, haha, I don't know why I am like that, my desire was gone.
- I am a mystery, even to myself, a very boring mystery honestly, but mystery in the end, I don't know why I did what I did, but I'm not crazy. It was there when I started thinking about the crossbow, do you know what a crossbow is? It is used to shoot arrows, it is like a rifle but without powder, it shoots arrows with more precision and more force than a bow.
- So in a little walk I had, I saw in an armory that there was a crossbow, I entered, I asked the owner to show it to me, I had it in my hands and immediately I understood the mechanism, I went home and I made myself one, with pieces of wood and bronze, I am a very good carpenter. I tried it in the patio, i’d shoot it at a 10 meters distance, then as always every day we were the same, to eat and after eating, I pretended to go to my room to do things and he protested “ah! , this one doesn’t wash the dishes immediately after eating, always leaving things for last”, my father was grumbling and I returned to my room on the tips of my feet and pointed the crossbow at him, I was not going to shoot him. How am I going to shoot my father? Well, no! I'm not going to shoot my father, but I was excited to aim an arrow at his head, how could I shoot him?
- Until one afternoon, it was a day like any other, he gave me more and better advice than ever, and I don’t know why he started to talk about Dolores, he said to me:
- -Hey, Dolores looks at you a lot, what are you waiting for to flirt with her ?, that way you would give me a grandson.
- Dolores is a girl from around here by the corner, she is the one that I would have liked to approach, of course I would have had children with her, so frankly when he said that, I lost my appetite, I told Dad I was no longer hungry and I went to my room and returned with the crossbow, as he was grumbling as always:
- -Eh!, this one doesn’t wash the dishes right after eating, always leaving things for last.
- Dad was grumbling, and then I did pull the trigger, the arrow that had lead tips because I made lead tips for them, it entered the nape of his neck and he fell to the floor without any moan, with convulsion ... convulsion ... I couldn't believe it, I thought Dad was going to live forever because a man so tall, five meters tall, a miserable arrow coudn’t do anything to Dad, Wrong! , it entered like a bullet.
- I approached him and saw that he was still alive, so I shot four more arrows in his head, not the first one, I felt a kind of hatred and love, or whatever and I do not know why, but I shot the other four out of charity, out of pity, so that he wouldn’t suffer, so that he wouldn't suffer, of course.
- Then I realized that something was wrong, I went to my room and brought a pillow, I took the arrow from the nape of the neck that was the first, the one that had brought the nuisance, and turned him face up to put him to rest, I didn’t took off the other 4 arrows, he had like a crown of thorns, and it is logical because for a father having a son like me was a real cross, that's true! That is why I was surprised by what the police asked me, why I have done such a strange thing to remove the arrow from behind and turn him face up, I did it so he could rest, to be calm, to be more comfortable, that's why I did it.
- It's been 10 years since they brought me to this place, and I don't understand why, truth is, I always loved my father, he gave me such good advice. My father’s head, I always admired my father’s head, the center of all his power, the head of a genius, the head of a king, the head of a God.
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