Unforgettable people who remain in our memory without creating rust or oxidation, as if they were made of stainless steel, unforgettable people who make our hearts beat faster, that make us feel butterflies in the stomach when they appear in our minds and that cause unwavering smiles. .
It’s not necessarily that they’re people who’ve been with us for a long time, is it?Have something special, something that distinguishes them and makes us feel unique. This letter is for them:
- You’ve spent your whole life with me.
- In body and soul.
- However.
- If you ask me for a reason.
- I could give you several reasons.
- If there are any.
- I’d have to think again for you to understand me.
- You’re that blue rose surrounded by thousands of red roses.
You’re the person I’d share a coffee with without having time to come back, a conversation at any time and a night shift on a quiet guard, you have a wand, and what detonated on me was the closest thing to magic as I was. ever felt. It must be something like that, inexplicable.
I saw you help others without expecting anything in return, I saw how you have continued to give everything, even after crossing the red line that represents the beginning of the sacrifice, it was not because of the energy that remained, it was because I also needed it and because I did not have the irrationality to protect that need with the fear that they were imposing on him in the face of the illusion of sharing.
I saw you radiant with joy when I expected you to be sad. Moments when someone would have collapsed, not to mention the fact that you were made of stainless steel. Circumstances in which my empathy was tested, because honestly, I didn’t. ‘I understand why you had contacted people who didn’t even know how to thank you.
I heard you sing, I got lost in your paragraphs, I read your words, I kissed your poetry and I rested knowing that you were in charge. With you I learned that art has as many forms as creative concerns.
Inox, in all the ways in which I appreciated you, in all the souls in which you lived differently, I always had the feeling that you existed, because the person in which you lived had managed to fully recognize each other. Hence the fact that you were able to place, deposit or share in others or in the ethereal something immensely special.
Yes, special, that’s the word. It’s no different, because I’m sure that even though none of these red roses were around you, I could appreciate their blue color, the blue of the sky, the blue of hope, the blue of the sea, their breeze and their rays of light or their well-understood and misbehaving passion. I’m sure others can see what I’m describing in you, too.