sábado, 3 de noviembre de 2012

You departed yesterday,

left me flat on my back.

Desolate.

Adrift.

Stranded.

Yet a year has somehow passed

and I find myself on my feet again.

Standing.

Laughing.

Living.

The sorrow is harder to recall.

The smiles outshine its shadows.

And I can’t remember how or when

but I’ve learned how to walk again.

How to keep you in my pocket

and leave you there.

Let you rest.

Let it be.

I thank you for your wisdom.

I cherish you for your love.

I move on to a new beginning.

But I am not without you.

You are the wind in my hair,

the smile on my face,

the applause in my ears,

and my loved ones’ tight embrace.

So I will walk this new path.

And every time I reach into my pocket,

whether with purpose or by chance,

my smile will be for you.

“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”