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THE REALITY OF YOUR ABSENCE

The sky was gray and white floor.

We said goodbye and fell to the snow as it falls a newly felled tree.

I sank slowly, without fighting, without moving, while the ice cut my skin and froze me to tears.

And my lips, covered with frost, trying to open up to give the cry that he kept in the bowels.

I hit bottom.

And my body was fallen into a void.

where I met with my eyes closed, on the road of reality.

The reality of your absence.

The vacuum without your air.

And your land. Blas

NUSI