Undying Threshold
Mors... mors...
ubi est victoria tua...
The last winter left no sign only an empty house and a
gate
the snow piled up on the threshold covering every footprint,
every voice.
Your name stayed in the dining room carved into the wood like
a god that no one prays to and no one forgets.
The door closed.
And there was no goodbye.
I carried your silence through the hallways the way one carries a
child that is never born.
I learned to breathe among the furniture
and not to look at the place where you sleep.
The mirrors stopped lying:
they showed an absence with my face.
And the house began to rot slowly
like a body that no longer has a name.
If death is a room without windows...
I know that door,
I closed it.
Will you wait for me
on the other side?
I waited for you all my life.
I will wait.
dust... dust... and nothing...
BEYOND THE LAST HEARTBEAT WHERE LIGHT AND PAIN DO NOT REACH
I WILL FIND YOU AMONG THE DEAD AND I WILL BREAK THE
LAW OF THE TOMB.
Et in pulvere dormiam...
et resurget... THERE IS NO HEAVEN THAT CAN SEPARATE US
NOR HELL THAT CAN GIVE US BACK YESTERDAY
ONLY THIS UNDONE AND STUBBORN LOVE THAT INSISTS ON BEING.
THAT INSISTS ON BEING.
The earth does not give back what it loves...
the earth does not give back...
does not give back...
But I go down
to look for him.
Here there is no time.
The cold is a way
of remembering you without being able to cry.
I hear your breathing in the distance like one who hears the
sea from a hospital.
I don't call you.
I don't want you to hear me
and become what I am.
But every night, when the world sleeps,
your name pierces me like a sun.
Then I understood. It was not a goodbye.
It was a crack opened in the wall.
And I began to walk toward the crack
barefoot,
without luggage,
without a future.
I let the house burn behind me.
I left the furniture,
the photographs.
And on the threshold where the world ends
I saw you waiting.
And I said nothing.
And neither did you.
You crossed.
You crossed.
There is no return.
I don't want it.
This is not life.
This is what remains.
Then... ...stay.
BEYOND THE LAST HEARTBEAT
WHERE LIGHT AND PAIN DO NOT REACH
I FOUND YOU AMONG THE DEAD
AND WE BROKE THE LAW OF THE TOMB.
Mors, ubi est victoria tua...
Mors,
ubi est aculeus tuus...
Nothing separates us...
nothing... nothing... There is no reunion.
Only two who refuse to let go.
Et in
pulvere
dormiam... et resurget...