Blog de: Ernesto Cisneros-Rivera
What is life?, asked once a child,
throwing innocently the matter.
Silence, no response.
What is death?, asked then the child,
expecting to hear the truth.
Pause, deep inhalation.
What are those tears?, asked the child,
bewildered, fearing the response.
“These tears are the signal
of the fierceness of life,
of the softness of death,
of your presence now,
of my absence tomorrow.”
D.R. © Ernesto Cisneros Rivera. 2016
Ciudad de México
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