Life will go on, and people will come out to set up their clothing stalls on the sidewalk on Main Street, but you won't see them anymore.<\/p>\n
And someone will sharpen his tool to work; a calf will take the grass on the ground to eat; and you will no longer see them.<\/p>\n
The red paint on the street corner will wear off and the songs you loved so much by Alberto Vazquez will reach a million plays somewhere. While someone knocks on the white door and counts the steps to get to where you are. But none of this will make sense because you're gone.<\/p>\n
And even if nothing makes sense in the earthly world, I will close my eyes, I will go to the land of timelessness, there where you are.<\/p>\n
I will see you sitting at the table with the women in my life who are no longer with me. You are free and rest in peace.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
La vida seguir\u00e1, y las personas saldr\u00e1n para colocar sus puestos de ropa en la banqueta de la calle principal, pero ya no los ver\u00e1s. Y alguien afilar\u00e1 su herramienta para trabajar; un becerro tomar\u00e1 la hierba en el suelo para comer; y ya no los ver\u00e1s. La pintura roja, de la calle de la […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2799,"featured_media":180613,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"cybocfi_hide_featured_image":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[17385],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-176919","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-writing"],"acf":[],"mb":[],"yoast_head":"\n