Gaby
a little of poetry... Jorge Luis Borges I shall raise the wide life that is still your mirror: each morning I shall rebuild it. Ever since you left, so many places have become empty and without meaning, like lights during the day. Afternoons that were the niche of your image, musics in which you always waited for me, words spoken in those times, I will have to break them with my hands. In what hollow shall I hide my soul so that I can not see your absence that like a terrible sun, without sunset, shines forever and without mercy? Your absence surrounds me like a rope around the throat, like the sea where one sinks.
Apr 27, 2015 5:08 PM