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  • "I do not remember exactly when I realized that living should be an ongoing reinvention of ourselves - not to die buried in the dust from the ordinary, although it seems that we are still alive... because life does not have to be sipped as a cup that is empty, but as the pitcher that renews itself every drunk sip." --Lya Luft, Brazilian writer.

    It has been a while since I wanted to write about one of the most touching moments I lived with you, remember that afternoon of emotional needs that I looked for your presence among many others and I could not face you with a lively look? Because it was always difficult to do so, but with choked entreaties, in you I searched for answers to my questions. You always knew how to read me like no one else could. Because honestely there were moments that I sought to hear your truths even if I had heard from others, had read in books or had experienced in practice.
    I said nothing, especially because the words were stuck in my throat, they were prevented from manifesting by a dense knot that bounded my accumulated troubles. Always so present, the knots.
    I did not move, I just surrended to your line of thought, trying to keep up and drink every word you were saying as a miracle elixir capable of easing the deepest pains, those ones we prefer to keep away even from ourselves. I tried to kill my constant thirst of finding people able to maintain a pure heart and innocent soul, pure in feelings, the ones who are able to devote a few hours to others within the rush hours, forgetting themselves and still being sure that these could be the most rewarding hours of the day, after all this is the reason of life: to serve, be helpful, be an instrument of love. Do not worry, I gave up on this.
    Yes, I know today it´s been 7 years since you are gone, but as the sun keeps its distance and heats, you still throw light on me.
    At first I looked at you with tenderness, with puzzled questioning eyes which wanted to unravel you completely, the next moment I wanted to perpetuate that strange feeling of relief that listening to your dry voice, but self-confident, provided me.
    In that environment, between despair and sadness of those around us, being touched by your simple words, my face wet in tears of relief, as someone who is freed from the inside, as someone who performs an emotional cleaning delayed for so long. It was time to remove the cobwebs left by neglect and to give new colors to my plain dreams that have never been so close, not for being near, but for vibrating on the same wavelength.
    I can not deny that today I am only a sailor because we faced severe storms at sea and only survived because I fed them with extra doses of faith in God, in your teachings and examples. The sea is still rough, and I miss your arms, which even being too tired to swim, were pushing me out there, no matter how.
    The fact is that I do not know if we are going to see each other, talk and become friends ever again, but even knowing that these poorly drawn lines will not pass before your eyes, my angel, I must say that people like you make life more beautiful and show us that no matter how difficult reality shows to be, it is always possible to continue.

    "There is a light that never goes out..."

    The longing is eternal, dear dad, and the love too.

    Picture taken in the 80´s. Me and Dad.
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