Leo mi único amigo negro, fuerte viril, desafiante.
Que extraño aquel día, en el que decidiste llamarme, un hombre como tu llamandome? Tal vez decidiste despedirte antes de marcharte.
Eris: bella, delicada, refinada y siempre tan callada.
Aun recuerdo, aquella tarde en la que dijiste, que me amabas, pero que ya no importaba, porque ya te marchabas.
Todavía recuerdo aquella mañana, en la que recibí una funesta llamada para informarme que tu en este mundo ya no estabas, lloré, pues ahora tu estabas tan lejos, ahora habitabas en el mundo de las hadas.
Mí padre, pequeño, alegre, optimista, y siempre sonriente.
Un viernes dijiste: " estoy cansado, es hora de descansar"
Aquella tarde decidiste salir a caminar, el tiempo paso y decidí contentar alguna de las llamadas entrantes a mi celular, que mal para mi, porque una voz dijo: " tu papa se nos fue, ya no va regresar"
No lamento la muerte de ellos, lamento mi existencia en este infierno.
No lloro por su muerte, por su partida.
Lloro, porque yo aun tengo que soportar el castigo de la vida.
J.L. (Jack tepes)
País: Colombia .
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- My three dead. *
- My three reasons for not wanting to answer the phone *
I read my only black friend, strong virile, defiant.
How strange that day, in which you decided to call me, a man like you calling me? Maybe you decided to say goodbye before you left.
Eris: beautiful, delicate, refined and always so quiet.
I still remember, that afternoon when you said, that you loved me, but that it did not matter anymore, because you were leaving.
I still remember that morning, when I received a fateful call to inform me that you were no longer in this world, I cried, because now you were so far away, now you lived in the world of fairies.
My father, small, cheerful, optimistic, and always smiling.
One Friday you said: "I'm tired, it's time to rest"
That afternoon you decided to go for a walk, time passed and I decided to please some of the incoming calls to my cell phone, which was bad for me, because a voice said: "your dad is gone, he will not go back"
I do not regret their death, I regret my existence in this hell.
I do not cry for his death, for his departure.
I cry, because I still have to endure the punishment of life. - J.L. (Jack tepes) *
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