Sunday, May 25, 2008

Happy death-day my beloved.

Yesterday, 16 years ago, there was a doctor who told me he thought it was time.
Yesterday, 16 years ago, I had to give that doctor a little nod so he could understand that I AGREED.

Somebody changed something in the tubes.
Somebody put something in her veins.

Much to soon she stopped breathing.
Much to late she was without pain.
Mine only started.

Yesterday, 16 years ago, my beloved wife died on me.
Those who still believe that time heals all wounds don't understand a thing about live/love.

I remember it was raining.
I know I am breathing.
so please... my beloved ones...
... breathe in trough me.

picture by Lucio Boshi.
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