With the permission of the manager ...
Even if it costs a thousand demons and some water in his eyes to depress each key, needed to put it somewhere.
needed to say that in every place I visit I imagine sniffing, poking its nose and putting it all drool and hair Warm, bright little eyes looking in your brown and you smell funny and agile something interesting to eat or what we pass the time. When I see someone dressed impeccably painted beside you and when you came, wet and full of mud puddles, where you would be willing to shake.
needed to say that at every door I open, I remember at home scratching to get in, or fly off into the grass, to hear curtains or latch, and look back on your jumps to order food, walking or just to play. And, when I go to the car, I remember how much love he had, consciously eyeing the fast outside, with his nose so close to the counter and the floor stones.
had to write, though the trees try to hide it, I hear the echo of my steps lonely through the woods, which have been separated forever yours. That, after eleven and a half years, I can not help being lame, blind and deaf on the hill, and the way he did when walking, but with you on the side, always looking for something that never found.
That now you just look at you and do not see you, do not find ... Call and whistle, and do not come.
And I loved you like a brother, and if there was one person in the world in which trust, that was you. I remember the smell of your hair brown and black, a faithful dog and suffered, and I find it difficult to walk without my trusty sidekick.
That cost me see your collar empty ...
does not fool anyone if I say I've never felt so lonely ...
Rest in peace, friend.
Goodbye, Beltza.
Beltza (Noáin, 27/03/1998 - Orísoain, 10/10/2009)
0 comments:
Post a Comment