Death came to me once: I saw You swimming under the chlorine waters and I felt Your kiss, I felt Your embrace and I was so very close to welcome You that hadn’t it been for my brother who pulled me away from painlessness I probably would’ve stayed with You.
Death came to me twice: In the form of a twisted knife I tried to harness towards my beating chest in a helpless attempt to run away from the darknesss within.
Death came to me thrice: As the inviting wind of gravity in the ancient surface of an ill-fated balcony, today forgotten for the sake of love.
I’m afraid of You and I dread Your existence, for I have seen what You do those left behind:
I still remember Manuela’s voice, crying desperately over the speaker in my phone, calling your name, dear Salem, and reminding me how I always knew that you were gone from the moment I saw you sitting in front of me with that lovely Griffindo scarf your father gave you when things were not as horrid as they were promising to become. Do you know how much I miss you arriving at my office to tell me your silly stories or show me your pet rat? I regret the despair I let you in… And Death, old brat, I know You were lurking and smiling right behind her red-dyed hair, challenging me to a game I was bound to lose.
Was that You too, behind Tripido while he was thinking abour the artifitial paradises that led him to his death? For Viviana called me once more the next day to inform me he was gone in the same uneasy uselessness he seemed to project to those who didn’t have the chance to know him as he really was.
And back then, after I was to feel blamed for enjoying some music and brought back to reality by the phone call from my brother who uttered the words of the unthinkable and made me repeat them to my poor mom, was that You, driving that stupid cab along the dirty waters of the river close to home? Yes, yes it was.
Are You still around, old fox? Of course You are. But can You please this once, just not? Surrender this once.
For I know You’ll visit me once more when all is gone and lost. In the meantime, I’ll do my best to not let you win this once. So, agan I say, this once, just not.
Ideas Vagas 