Para los que se han ido....

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Para los que se han ido....

Silencio...

Solo eso escuchabas... aun mientras dormías en tus sueños todo era silencio... veías tu mundo, andabas por su gloria y te olvidabas del resto... era tu utopía hecha misterio, eran tus sueños hechos memorias...

Mordiste la manzana y aceptaste tu destino con la frente al aire... fue la melodía que escuchabas lo que te dio aquello que buscabas... lograste abrirle paso a tu pasado para que este fuera testigo de tu presente y marcara tu futuro...

Las olas eran el llamado a tu niñez.. En la arena describiste tu contorno y leíste tu alma... el viento borro tus palabras pero se las llevo consigo para esparcirlas en el mundo... el mundo que tanto quisiste... el mundo que te quito lo único que tuviste...

Comprendí tu mensaje solo al final... fui ciego e ignorante de su certeza por simple ingenuidad... nunca creí estar tan cerca de las estrellas que cuando te vi llorar... tus lagrimas fueron de felicidad... y así crearon un vacío cuando tu alma quiso callar...

No fue un día cualquiera... fue una epifanía... pudiste tapar el sol con un dedo y lograste ser el eclipse que mostró luz... incoherentemente cierto...

Si, tu perfección era falaz.. Eso no fue pausa para tu ciclo, mas fue logro en tu miseria. Si pudiste dar amor, tu final fue feliz...

Buen viaje.......

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