almost two years ago experienced the worst pain of my life, watch you die and know that never again going to be with me, alone in my thoughts and memories of many years at a time where happiness was overflowing and it seemed would never stop, coming from an eternal source. Years of knowing you were always there and yet you were there.
Living among the dead has been part of my everyday life, funeral, shovels throwing dirt or fire away ... most of the physical presence of guns, accidents, disease cyanide ... long and painful to wear.
Today I'm still here and I think that will continue for many years, I feel that I need much to live, to explore, test, write and teach.
In the two years since you left, your voluntary departure, I've become the person I dislike, but not throughout in relations with others and I've planted a lot of pain left in the other ...
I'm walking here and knowing that this can not stay the same, I have to forget so scared ... or maybe it's panic that paralyzed me ...
ever want to be brave ... to love again. Bogotá
September 13, 2009
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