DAY 365+47

back there, where love still persists

These have been hectic weeks due to the beginning of the second semester of classes. Last weekend, I thought this one would be better but it wasn´t the case. I also thought I would write something about masks because we are celebrating carnival and I had planned to take some photos around the city. But this doesn´t happened, either. The only day I went outside with my camera, the weather was terrible, and I had the sense that the wind had taken with it the charm of this season. All what I saw seemed to me clumsy and lacking magic. Maybe I was to tired to appreciate it, maybe I am moving to a time of my life where I am more oriented to simplicity, I am not sure 

The thing is that yesterday evening, when I was coming back from work to home,  I found myself thinking that the week had flown by and mentally checking all the things I still had to do when I realized that it was the day when people usually celebrates love. And suddenly I become aware of some painful oversights. First, I had not any expectation about the day because I was to overwhelmed with work to plan something. Second, I had forgotten the anniversary of the passing away of my dear Malú, who died two years ago

This made a big impression on me. What kind of life is this, when I forget that love must be celebrated (even when that celebration may seem a marketing strategy) and the good friends must be honored? What kind of life am I living, when my busy schedule, complicated meetings and ridiculous arguments can still drain my energy and take away my joy and excitement, my devotion and beliefs?

Believe me, I love to teach but sometimes (and more often every passing day) the bureaucratic mechanism of the university leaves me open-mouthed... stunned. So yesterday night, after having an improvised dinner with my husband where we toasted to love and friendship, I decided that my duties would wait, because this weekend I would take time to write about the most complex - and stereotyped- topic ever. I would write about love in the widest sense of the word.

This will be tomorrow...

Today I only want to publish these photos of my sweet friend

There are no words good enough to describe the place she has in my heart, not only because all the years we shared (thirteen years, since she was a little kitten), but also because the last day of her life she gave me the most precious gift: the understanding of death as something that holds a kind of beauty and as a process that must be lived consciously

My sweet Malú is now resting in peace, she came back to the source of energy from where we all come, but she taught me a priceless lesson of generosity, and for this reason today I am glad I had the chance to meet her. Dear friend, you will never be forgotten


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