19 de mayo…
Love you, daddy.
Missing you…
Two months already…
«Ay, in the very temple of delight
Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung».
(“Ode on Melancholy” by John Keats)
The Cure – The Same Deep Water As You
Solo uno. Solo un beso. Solo un beso que no te pude dar antes de que te fueras. Solo un beso que, a día de hoy, un mes después, sigo sin poder darte para despedirte.
Te quise. Te quiero. Te querré siempre, papá.