Salty tears, progeny of the sadness, which compresses the
heart but does not stop the bleeding.
The pain does not cease, it only persists and it penetrates
deeper and deeper; it does not materialize in words, it only burns and pulses
with no stoping.
The feeling that screams in silence comes from the sweetest
melody, which exults in the air.
Not even the most beautiful harmony sung, nor the hues that
color the universe, can now be heard or seen.
There is only a murmur, a low and suffered moan.
The echoes of pain reverberate inside the chest and they
haunt the mind.
The unspoken words are forgotten, its essence, however,
remains untouched for the afterlife.
The body no longer exists, but the soul still lives and now contemplates
the divine.