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.