From: Tuesday, December 11, 2007
To: Sunday, December 11, 2011
- 4 years, 1 day
- 48 months
- 208 weeks
- 1462 days
- 35,088 hours
- 2,105,280 minutes
- 126,316,800 seconds
mine :
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From: Tuesday, December 11, 2007
To: Sunday, December 11, 2011
Te fuiste aquel minuto para toda la muerte
a navegar en hondo oceanos de silencio
con un largo camino de puilas dormidas
y un bando de palomas prendido a tus ensueños.
Ya estaras por ausentes claridades de luna,
mas tuyo que en las flechas de tu reloj de oro,
donde contabas tanto minuto sin orillas
para la sed de alas que quemaba tus hombros.
Y habras saltado mares que la inquietud miraba,
abismos en la timida soledad de tu ausencia;
y en la noche habras sido tenue brisa caliente
junto a aquel pedacito de tu amorosa tierra.
Largo abrazo de alientos sobre las amapolas
y una risa, y un canto sin palabras ni musica;
y un aqui esty gozos de pasados insomnios,
y un para siempre calido en la fria llanura.
Como partiste en brazos del silencio apretado,
resonara mas viva la luz de tus palabras;
y en cada estrofa de aire se enredara un acento,
y en cada mariposa te naceran mas alas.
Gozo de estar ya vivo para el eterno dia,
de saberte en el agua, y en el sol, y en la hierba.
Haras entre las nubes Nacimientos de plata
y encontraras tu nido en un arbol de estrellas.
— Elegia Para Tu Ausencia
2 years
732 days
104 weeks
17,568 hours
1,054,080 minutes
63,244,800 seconds
i don’t really talk about it. i don’t know how, or even if i would really want to in the first place. but it’s always there, always. i can feel it, pressing down on me and closing up my throat and blurring my vision.
some days it’s easier, some days it’s harder, but every day it’s there. every day. it’s there.
it’s there every day.
my heart and my mind wriggle and writhe around it the way your tongue investigates the gouged out hole where a tooth used to be post-extraction. curious, investigative, cautious. except, if you have a tooth pulled eventually the wound heals. it closes up and you forget about it and go about your business as usual. it’s temporary, transitive, fleeting.
i have no grandparents at all. i am not processing this very well at all.
From: Tuesday, December 11, 2007 To: Sunday, December 11, 2011 4 years, 1 day 48 months 208 weeks 1462 days 35,088 hours 2,105,280 minutes 126,316,800 seconds
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3 years & one day. 156 weeks (approximately) 1,097 days 26,328 hours 1,579,680 minutes 94,780,800 seconds Te fuiste aquel minuto para toda la muerte a navegar en hondo oceanos de silencio con un largo camino de puilas dormidas y un bando de palomas prendido a tus ensueños. Ya estaras por ausentes claridades de luna, mas [...]
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2 years 732 days 104 weeks 17,568 hours 1,054,080 minutes 63,244,800 seconds i don’t really talk about it. i don’t know how, or even if i would really want to in the first place. but it’s always there, always. i can feel it, pressing down on me and closing up my throat and blurring my [...]
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i have no grandparents at all. i am not processing this very well at all.
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