Mrs. Death

You arrive, invade, disarm, bring bitter memories.
You dislocate, and embrace so deeply that it hurts like a great hurt love.
Always, it is law to talk about you with tears and sadness.
But this time you were different; painful but comforting,
Sudden but quiet, close but not intimate.
Like one who wants a hug and limits himself to a pat on the shoulder.
Always cold and rough, but elegant.
That's why, ma'am, thank you for not collapsing and remembering me
Everything that was overcome with great laughter.
For your fidelity in the memory that everything is transient and as intense as Iallow.
That even in the disaster there is fun despite the lament.
Because you are no longer gray, but the color of whoever goes with you.
Thank you Mrs. Death, for waking up what I had forgotten and even more
I send you grateful and walking to another blank page
With more inspiration and desire.
I wish you a long journey which you delay in returning,
Even when you will do it in the most uncertain way.

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Thanks, forever.

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