Quería ser ave fénix, amor, qué engaño, qué fraude sustentaba mi proyecto, quería volver como un corcel glorioso, como un crepúsculo de llama recurrente y amanecer contigo en lo absoluto. Me he muerto tan despacio como el humo y mis alas de barro no sabían volar. (Iglesias)
In utter shock and disbelief I bend down and touch a finger to where dry dust had been only a moment ago.
“Some people, they can just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time. ” ― Sarah Dessen