today is another month since you left and did not return, and visit your grave and talk just believe me that does not feel the same. More people cry around for those who lost, longing for that hug of the one who left but will never return, no longer.
I question myself and think about what it would be like if you were, then I realize that it is ironic because here you are no longer here, why? Why are you leaving? Why? The years pass and I keep crying for your memory, even tears I unleash when I write this because you will not listen to me.
If heaven and earth are united, why do not you come back? Escape and explain why you do not want to come back anymore. Do not you want to see me more? Forgive the recklessness of my childhood, I just want to feel again that fire that emanated but stayed behind. Do not you give it anymore?
Death should not be impartial, it should be taken from this world to all those who daily cause us evil ... Why did you have to take it? It was that you were another house, before I was born and with me you became a symbol of protection and peace? You were peace.
come back now ... Hug me again. Do not go so far anymore. What will be hidden in heaven? We will become stars ...
Grandma, I'm talking to you here, doubting if you listen to me. I have thousands of problems; I have many confusions. Why do not you come down from above, and join me in the fight? Help me to see death and remove its hood.
It seems that two days ago your loss came out, but two years ago I have this weight on me. Resignation is what drives me to keep talking and take your name up.
Perhaps when I die I find you in the cosmos or forever, perhaps when I die, I will reincarnate and see you in another present. What I know is that I will die, but I will carry in my mind the memories of your love like an incandescent light.
If God or the devil existed, they should see us as a game, as chess pieces on earth, as a board. What is it worth to feel something for someone? Say I love you, if you take it away in four syllables. Bye.