Those much more sadder days,
in which gestures fail to heal and memories fail to humble me,
are they too near?
Those much more lonelier days,
in which the smaller distance of your body turns me insensitive to the inexistant affection of your heart,
are they too close?
Those much more tinier lapses of time,
in which my soul lives only to die again,
are they the only ones I can expect?
Because the greatness of your presence is the deepest of all blessings...
