in intensive care

When you are in intensive care you think intensively about life; you remember the intensity of those distant ideas that forged your intense ideas; you think about the intensive need to raise street fists that impose justice; you evoke the intense loves with which you cemented your best intensities; you evoke the most intense days that formed your consciousness, with all its intense experiences; you think intensely of those, many, who maintain that after this life there is life, which is also very long, although less intense… (And which is, they say, when death disappears).