REQUIEM WITHOUT TEARS Comments

Your death began a month ago
and from the first day
children played in the park like always
and your room was rented
to a big and wild workman
and everything seems the same on the streets
even though your face grows ever paler in recollection.

When darkness surrounds me at night
I concentrate in anguish on reviving you
Closing my eyes and contracting my fists I reconstruct your face
but you just float at the end of a garden lit by the moon
and it is all in vain because you don't say a single word
and your semblance quivers and vanishes
like when we touch the landscapes
reflected on still water.

People work
Talk
pass by my side
and their eyes slide over me indifferently.
I think they are cruel
but then I remember they didn't know you
they don't know I'm the bearer of dreadful news
and even if they had known you and loved you
how could they do anything other than live their lives?

Our world begins young
our world only loves
the dead who have given more life to it.

Because of this you will not escape oblivion
because of this it is so difficult to hold onto you
because of this it is so easy
to fill the void you left behind.
Your life was innocent
And your death does not shake.
It is only a smile that fog erases little by little
a melodious echo lost in dark corridors
where we cannot follow you.
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