Cry with her.
Like other times we laugh, we shine
or we love each other,
today in the saddest day,
I wanted to be next to her,
share your last tears
and feed on them.
Already his shadow
it will not give freshness to my sorrows,
nor the rhythmic dances of her,
they will liven up my waits.
She won't catch my skies anymore
with the palm of her hands.
She nor she will break sunrises
with her white nightgowns.
It will never again be the home of someone who never had a home.
Never again will birds, hives and storms rest on you.
You will no longer cry when I leave
nor will you hug me when you arrive.
I will no longer have someone to wait for me, hidden in the vineyard.
Harlequin without Picasso,
Gauguin's paradise.
Sublime work of art impossible to reach,
for no mortal.
She, she who had given me so much,
never asking me for anything.
She who was utopia
where she ran my life.
She who was the extreme
and she at the same time was the same center.
On its iron foundations
I raised the cathedral
where one day I prayed to you.
In chess steeples.
In these last days we come together so much,
that sometimes comes to feel,
which was really just
one more branch of you.
We love each other so much
and so intensely
that we end up bearing fruit.
And making our seeds
will repopulate the world.
Cry with her.
I cried with her when she became aware
of the gravity of her luck,
and the imminence of death.
And we were one on the last ride
in those final moments,
clouded with anguish and bewilderment.
Drunk with despair
drowned in the cursed wine of resignation.
Everything was so silent and treacherous
that it was already late,
from the first try.
It was late,
when exhausted from traveling,
from failure to failure,
We took an oath to fight to the end
even knowing at all times
that miracles don't exist
and here would not be the exception.
We look at each other like we never did.
We wish each other like we never did.
We hugged like we never did.
We kiss like we never did.
We feel like we never did.
We love each other like we never did.
We gave ourselves much more than we ever gave ourselves.
And it was all profoundly true.
It was all so fast and unexpected.
It was all so cruel and rogue.
It's hard to believe,
so beautiful, so brave,
so slender, so flirtatious,
and today it is nothing more than a sad silhouette.
The most precious of the beautiful.
The most divine among the goddesses.
Only she dared to climb to heaven
and beat the clouds with her fingers.
Caress the winds
and unravel the mysteries of the firmament.
She who fed on the Sun and drank the moon.
She who never flew even with so many wings.
She who one day was land,
another air, another fire, another water
and today is nothing.
It wasn't me who saw you being born
but she had to be me
the one that I will bury you.
In this unequal war
we were only two,
against the rest of humanity.
It was impossible to win, we fought to the end,
leaving our skin, breaking our bones,
breaking our skin. Crying every setback, reborn to hope over and over again.
Yesterday my palm tree died
and a part of my life,
he died with her.
After trying everything and nothing was helpful.
Today my palm tree died and a piece of me died with it.
Tomorrow it can happen to you
you don't have to have palm trees to feel them die.