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  • And in this situation it just hurts more to be loved than not to be. There's something vile, some guilt. He takes off his glasses and I can see love in his eyes... He takes off his glasses and I understand that every blue eye brings a hidden sadness, an imminent tear. I'm glad he knows, even though, my eyes are brown. No, he does not see anything anymore, cataracts can not let him and that brings me a little peace. Blindness comforts. I nod my whole love. He turns his face to the side and tells a joke about our soccer team.

    The time I took this picture it was the last one I saw you smiling at me in the mood, the others were as if you wanted to say goodbye, and tried for at least one year after this episode. Your beautiful deep blue flashlights no longer wanted to shine and I understand that when it does not make sense anymore, it is time to stop, only that it does not depend on us.

    Last night you visited me in my dreams and I just wanted to say some words looking at your eyes again. So, this is for you and I love you from the bottom of my soul.

    Picture of Pedro, my grandfather, godfather and eternal love at his 95th birthday.
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