This week has been too sad, as some know, my grandmother has left a void. Now she is a star that shines with great force and care for us forever. Since I have no words but wanted to dedicate a small tribute on my blog, I wanted to copy here the text read at her funeral.
FUNERAL BLUES
Stop watches
disconnect the phone give him a bone to the dog
to avoid bark
Silence the pianos and with that
dull drumming
take out the coffin ...
mourners Come here
the planes
overflying plaintive
and write in the sky
the message ...
she has died.
black ribbons Put
in the snowy necks of the pigeons
that police wear gloves
black cotton She was my north my south
my east and west
My working week and my
Sunday rest My noon, my midnight
my talk, my song
that love would last
forever.
was wrong.
We do not need stars now ...
Turn them off all
Pack up the moon
disarm the sun
drain the ocean and
cut down the forest because from now on
no use.
WH AUDEN
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