Las imágenes son de mi galería personal y el texto está traducido con Deepl

Gracias por tu lectura y comentario. Hasta una próxima oportunidad, amigo

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My dear David, it has been five months of your absence and although I thought I died when you left, I am still breathing, despite my broken heart. And no, I am still not resigned that you are gone, that your life has been so short and that you have not been able to achieve all the dreams you once told me about. I'm sorry, but no. I still can't stop crying when I look at your pictures and my throat still closes up when I talk about you.
Maybe this is what it was all about when I asked God, on my knees, to take away your pain and give it to me. Now I am the one who suffers, now I am the one who cries a pain so great that it occupies my whole body.
Since you left, there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of you, that I don't remember everything about you, every word, every gesture. Every young man I meet makes me think of you, but it also makes me question your absence and ask, without knowing, without getting an answer: Why, God, why?
We will never again talk about sports, computers, cell phones, girls; I will never again hear your laughter, I will have to keep my kisses for you; the future that you dreamed for you, that we imagined, will no longer be fulfilled. What will I do with so much emptiness inside and outside of me? I will have to kiss your absence and embrace your memory as if they were you, and find comfort in them.
I must tell you that I have dreamed you a thousand times. In every dream I have seen you laugh. In every dream there is no suffering, but the friendly and peaceful face you always had. I want to think that your smile is a sign, that it is the proof I need to know that you are well. That your legs are fine, that you walk and run like before, that there is no sickness, that the pain left your body. I cling to believe that where you are, you listen to me and every now and then, when you can, you visit me. And if not, please visit me, hold me, let me listen to you even in sleep. Come as a breeze, rain, strength to get through the days after your absence.
You are this incurable sadness, this open wound, but also this beautiful memory, the certainty that angels exist. You stopped living outside of me, but you still live inside me, my love. My hope, the one that makes me smile and sustains me, is that we will meet again and all these things I have written here I will tell you in person, so you will never go away again....
I love you infinitely and God bless you, my son.