Written by Mauricio (Mariana's brother)
Please don't fade away, your love your smile
My love still flows, it will never decay
Great it is the error of them who think that those who
Where are they? In the darkness? Ah, no. We are those
They are near us, as under a veil: present but not seen.
And I had often wondered what is the best remedy for those who cry. And I have found it.
It is the faith in this real, uninterrupted presence of our dead beloveds. It is the clear, penetrating intuition that with the death they have not been extinguished, have not been removed, have not moved away.
On the contrary, they live, and they live near us. Happy, transfigured. They have lost in their glorious change neither the gentleness of the soul, nor the tenderness of the heart, nor the ability to love.
Those that had been no more than ordinary creatures have become perfect. The beings who were beautiful have been made good. Those that were good have been made sublime...
a gift from your friend Ana
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