how to erase my memory of that last day?
remember that the only recognized you see,
becomes torture rotten memories I experienced.
no longer you looked at the image I have of you,
hope you have not noticed that. Returning
and close to you, I did very slowly,
see you there, with a cross in your hands,
that had been put there against your will, I suppose, and that sound
just remember
the brief space between us and there,
made me very hard landing in the significance of this moment.
I could hug you, but my soul wanted.
spoke for several minutes without stopping and breathing became softer
, I know you hear me,
know that last goodbye was two.
I believe today in the Sunday ...
Bogotá 2009
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