Soliloquy:What does the future hold for us?

For me the future is scaering,I don't know what will happened, but I want to know what will happened in the future. Future=technology Boca Juniors in the B? Los pumas wining the rugby world cup? Argentina (afa selection) loses 5-0 with San Marino? A world without hope and love? A world plenty of aggressive, awful, noisy, crazy, negative people and expensive places.

 Firstly, How I wish to play, in the future, in Los Pumas V.S the All Blacks. That will be a very exhausting and difficult challenge for me, if I lose, it won't matter, but if I win... WOW!!!!! I would defeat the All Blacks. If a play that match I will play it at 110%, I will knock the 15 All Blacks, 80 minutes of going ahead, pushing in all the scrums, rucks and malls. Also, I will have the number 8 in my back, I will be 1, 95 meters tall and I will weith 115 kg .I will be untouchable. Because I will spend all day in the gym.

 Secondly, I will drive a Lamborghini that’s go 945 km/h.  My pay will be more or less $100.000.000.000.000.000 a month. Also, my house will cover the size of Tucumán and Salta together.

 Finally, I will get married with the princess of England, I will buy her and island in the Caribbean.

Diary Entry

27th of december of 1922,
 Today  27th of december 1922 10 years after the death of my wife. And I`m writing  in the cementery, I normally come twice a month and I  put flowers in her grave because I feel guilty and responsible for her death .
 That 27th of december of 1912 started like a normal day with mi wife in the bed, I was preparing her breakfast when she started calling me , I got into our the bedroom  and she told me  she was felling  very bad.So I took her to the  hospital .
I stayed there  one day an a half , when the doctor told me that she was dead .I went to my house, I opened the the wine and I started drinking  and wrote "The Voice".
 While I was writing the poem, Emma was calling me and calling me.And when I was finishing  the poem I realised that she wasn`t there.
The poem took me 5 years, 5 years of sheer pain and anguish.

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