Lamentation
23 Jun 2016Howard, o Pato
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4625 kHzThere are times in our lives that we are gripped by an overwhelming sense of worthlessness, emptiness. We question the why of our existence, and nothing seems to make sense. We focus our attention on the most cruel side of life, the one who is merciless and affects all without distinction: The human being's losses.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZIt is an unavoidable path. One day or another, in one way or another, we have all to live it. The loss of someone we love is the most painful proof that the Spirit faces in his brief passage through life. How to understand a fact that seems to close all doors to hope? How live without the physical presence of who we esteem so highly?
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZControlling miss of her minimum gestures? Saudade this that contrary to what they say, appears to increase with time. This feeling of loss is irreparable. A friend not worth the other, a brother is not worth another and nothing in the world can replace our fathers. And even if the weather calms the pain will always be within us that indecipherable feeling of emptiness. It is the idea of "never see" it hurts more. And when it joins the idea of not having done more, not having said something more, is even worse.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZHow to withstand the voice fell silent bringing a terrible silence? And what to do to hold back the tears in front of the photographs of a past that will not return?
Maintain confidence becomes complicated task when the future seems so uncertain.
Everything around us seems pointless and painful, lack courage to the minimum actions. Emotions are mixed in an instant revolt, disbelief, the urge to scream without stopping and at another time, reigns melancholy, mourning, the desire to give up.
The pain of losing the person you love. Pain of being left, pain of rejection, it hurts even physically. Because the person who will it is precisely the one that the more you want to stay. Because such pain pierces our souls and harvest our dreams. We long for news, for evidence that life goes on, that one day the reunion actually occur, but our pleas seem in vain.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZDesperate, we want to support something, but there seems no remedy for our pain!
The suffering is immense, which is complicated even to share, missing words to express it.
And each morning, waging an intense struggle to stand up and mostly keep us standing.
We would give everything for just a minute in the presence of the loved one, the chance of finding the same look, of stroking face again and feel your warmth.
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