Labordeta As I said, "words to sing, words to laugh, to mourn words, words to live by, words to scream, words to die." silence has come over me and start listening. My ears drunk my whole body: A song in the background, a smiling face recalling an anecdote, a tear for the loss of someone special, a desire to get a gasp to an injustice and a flower in the "Goodbye."
Then ... you have to make dinner, leave everything ready for tomorrow, brushing teeth, going to bed and pick up the book he was reading until your eyes are closed, leaving between their lips murmuring: Good night, love.
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