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47. Signs 2.0
I admit that at first, when Oscar… well, I don’t really know how to say it… I didn’t believe in signs. I thought they were made up by some people, that everything ended when the soul left us, and that life was truly over when we ceased to exist in this world. I don’t know
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21. Today is the 13 th of October
At the beginning of the year you said you were going to celebrate your birthday for 4 days,great, it’s Friday with a 4-day long weekend, perfect. Today we feel your absence and the emptiness left without you, which fills every room in the house. Today I would hug you tighter than other days, kiss you
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17. And suddenly
And suddenly I want to tell you something I heard in the car. I saw that programme you liked or simply a meme that only you would understand and it stays there… in draft… because I don’t have you and I don’t know how to get it to you. And suddenly I say to myself…(…)
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16. Summers in the retina
This post has a thousand images in my memory. Every summer before having you, with your sister, and then with you, have been a different adventure with simple and special details every year; Asturias, Huelva, Mexico, Menorca, Prague, Andalusia and so on until completing 18 summers with you. From each place you came back with
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15. Today I want to write to you
Today I am writing to you Oscar, perhaps the most difficult letter, although I hope not the only one. I want you to know about the many things that have happened … Your Yaya is a champion, she does her exercises to get better and soon she will be able to walk without help. Your
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13. Letter from your yayo
Dear Oscar: The days go by without you. Three months now and the memories of your life come and go endlessly. There are many in your 18 years. Many, very beautiful and very endearing. By remembering those memories and seeing you in the company of so many people, they give us an idea of why
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11. Solitude
Solitude is difficult to explain, because imagining it is just an illusion. Understanding that this absence, this emptiness cannot be filled by anything, by nothing new; I will probably fill other voids, but not that one, the hole left by the shot to my heart cannot be filled. I know that my interior is changing.
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