Friends have lost arms! because in addition to the Cancer that strikes me me hits and kills me for a few your indifference, his coldness, its inertia, their contempt, their minutes which did me not, his words that don’t listen, your hugs that not felt at the end morire never dreamed, morire diagnosis with a hepatocellular carcinoma than not mereci Dios Mio TU know that not Mereci! but also Morire by that cold, that hypothermia that you gave me and on the death certificate should be placed as a cause of death: The indifference of the friends that I could never explain. Friends have lost arms but do not want their tears, because not the mereci when more the needed! DON’T want your condolences, not his duel, because never what I felt, when most needed it! DON’T want your discirsos, because never the oi, when most needed them! I knew the fury of the time in the world, knew that their time was valuable but hurts having not started a piece even yours why now not want your time! because I do not need it. I could not boot them a little-even-air to ventilate the mine why now MO want their air in front of my! because I do not need it. NOT I could suck, a little of his blood even, with their red blood cells and platelets is why now I don’t want it near me because not the need! I do not se if life is a dream – like said Calderon de la Barca – or if the death is dream-like said Juan-Solo se that for the mine my agony is a nightmare! By that claim for them and I call them my friends, respect for that right, the right to silence, the right to leave that the mine, cry me in peace! , me entierren en Paz! friends already time is I just don’t fit in my heart, their tears, their times, their speeches, their duels leave the mine I deposited on Earth and musiten at the end, as Gustavo Becker my God that Tristes y Solos se quedan los Muertos! and buoyed by the time is old Roman ruling become justice for it not to PERISH is the world!.