22 agosto 2010

the rose.

someone gives you a rose.
you keep the rose
till it dries.

you put the rose in a place
so you can see it everyday
it talks to you about a feeling
and so it stays.

months go by
but you still have the rose.
till one day when you realize:
like the rose,
that past is no longer alive.

you toss the rose out .

the memories that will survive,
won't need of a body.
anything with a feeling
needs to be here, right now and
like any rose,
full of life.


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