now our voices wants to call you,
but the melodies of these voices, that you well
does not have the miracle nor the power to return you,
but have the magic tenderness of the love for saying that
strange without you.
now, remains us the echo of your words and your
gestures within our soul
like an unequivocal signal that always you will be at our side.
these slow tears that come off like stars flakes
from our eyes and within our hearts, are also slight sounds
tenderly rising for crossing this distance
that separates us today, and tell you that we love you
converting every day into intimate conversations, until to, in the measure
the time of everyone, let's be together again,
in order to be able with style and
particularity, to talk us as
if nothing had happened.
( Barcelona) (Spain)
at end of April 1996 on the occasion of the death of his father)