…and I don´t know why
I had the feeling that I would die young
and when I listened to music in the afternoon
I cried for my family, my friends,
for the trees
and for my dog which never leaves my side.
So I started to watch this version of perfect day:
and thought, “if it´s such a perfect day… ¿why do I feel so sad?”
then I realized that everything is perfect and imperfect
at the same time,
like light and shade,
and in reality I was sad because
I was becoming conscious of my love for my family,
my friends, for the trees and for my dog.
And the masochistic notion of death
made me realize
how much I love them.