Abrazar una ausencia

Qué difícil se me hace, ya lo sabía Saramago, abrazar ciertas ausencias. Abrazar una silueta, una sombra, el vacío que dejas en el espacio en el que ya no te busco, en el que ya no te encuentro. Qué difícil se hace abrazar las ausencias. 

Porque “siempre llegamos a donde nos esperan” pero es mejor marcharnos de allí donde ya no hay hueco ni espacio, ni en átomos ni en granos de arena, y dejar una ausencia, para que la abraces cuando ya no esté.

Porque hay una persona que dejé de ser y que ya nunca seré porque tú ya no me esperas.

¿Cómo se abraza una ausencia? ¿Ćómo se abraza a quien ya no está? 

Nada

Porque lo fuimos todo 

Incluso cuando no éramos nada.

Mi thundercumple (por Alexander)

1-. Figura de Inkling Chica con los pelos verdes
2-. Figura de Inkling Chica con los pelos rosas
3-. Figura de Inkling Chico 

4-.🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

5-.Figura de la planta piraña 

6-.una mini bola del 🌍 

7-.🥳🥳🤩😱😱😱😨😰😰😥😥😓🥶🥵🥵🤯🤬🤬😡😡🥺☹️😎😜😗😉😉🤣🙂🙂😍😋😋😦🙃😑😋🤭😳🤔😘😰😛😒😂🤨😒🥵🤨😒😠🙂😨😐🤯😏😫🥳😧😒😤🙂😋😑😒😳😐😨😋😒😳😰😋😒😳🤤😑🙂🧐😒😳🤤🤔😋😏🤤🤔😏😳😦😐🙂🥳🙁😦🤗😇🥳😕😯🤗🤪🥳😭😕🤔😨😚🥳😕😨🤪🙁🤔🙂😨😠🙁🙂🤯😩🙂🤯😤😏🤔🙂🤯😏😯😚😏🤔😚😤😇😚🤔😤😕😇🥳🤔🤯😤😇😚😦🤯😤😚😦😨😤🤔😨😤🥳🤗🤬🥳🤗🥳🥳🥳🥳😦🤗😤😚😦🤔🙁😚🤔😨😳😇🥳🤔🙁😤🥳😦😨😤🙂🥳😕😨😤🙂😋🤔😨😤😋🙂🤔😕😤😇😚😦😨😤😇😚😐😨😕😇😴😐😨😳🤪😐🥳😤🥰🤔🥳🙁🤨😦🤔🙁🤨😏🙁😳😦🥰😏🙁🤔😏🙁😏🤔😨🙁😳🥰😦😨😤🤨🥰😦🙁😳🤨🥰🤔🙁😋😏🥰🙁😤🥰😋😐😨😤🙂😋😐🙁😳🙂😋😦🙁😳🙂😋😐😨😳😋🙁😐😤😏🙁😨😤😏🙂😦🙂😤😐🥰😋🙁🤨😏🙁🤨😏😨😤🤨🤔😨😤😦🤔🤨😨😤😦😐😏🙁😤😂😐🙁😤🥱😅🥳🙁😤😶🥳😱😤🙂😋😶😱😳🙂😋😴😨😳🙂😶🙁😤😇😕😱😤😯😱😚😤🤗😇🥳😤😕🤗😤🥱😱🤔😛😳🤗🙁😢😭😭😭🙁😏🥱😢🤬🥳🤬😰😨🥵😳🙂😋😴🤔😳🙂😋🤤🙁😳😐😋🥳🙁😋🥳🤔🙁😴🤨🥳🙁😳🥳🥰😐🙁😳🥰🥳😐🙁😳🙂😋😴😨😳🙂😋😐🤔😳🙂🥳😴🤔😋😳😐🙁🙂😴🥳😩🥳😐😩😳😴🤪😟😩🥳😶😴🤪😳😴😨😳😍😴🤔😶😳🥳🤪😨😳🤪😇😳😶🥳🤪😴😶😳🥳😕😕🤔😳😍🤪😶😩😳😍🤨🥳🤔😳😶🤔😟😳😴🤪😟😫🤪😴😐😕🤪😶😨😳😴🤨😨😩😦🤔😋🧐🤤🤔😂🤤🥰😂😏😦🤔😒😂😦🥴🤔🤨😳😦😂🤢😏😐🤔🤨😳😴😐🙂🤨😰🤤😋🤨😰🙂😋😴🤔😒😐😋🤨😒😐🤔🤨😳😐🙂🤨😳😐🙂😋🤭🙂😋🤤😳😏😐🤭😋🥳🤤😐🙂🥳😳🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢🤢🤫🤫🤫 was the way I was like this last year so I’m happy for you to come to the party tomorrow and then we can have some more friends and I will do something for ya next weekend so we will have a couple more things 

8-.y ya está.

And they did nothing...

Handcuffed.

Face Down.

Knee on his neck.

They did nothing.

He called the officer "Sir."

They did nothing. 

He begged for his life.

He begged for water.

He begged for mercy.

They did nothing.

His nose bled.

His body trembled.

He lost control of his bladder.

They did nothing.

He cried out, "I can't breathe."

They did nothing.

Twelve more times.

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

"I can't breathe."

They did nothing. 

One last time, he gasped, "I can't breathe."

They did nothing.

He lost consciousness.

They did nothing. 

A firefighter demanded they check his pulse.

They did nothing. 

Off duty medical personnel begged them to stop.

They did nothing. 

Deprived of oxygen.

His organs screaming.

His brain frantic.

They did nothing.

They watched George Floyd die.

His life fading.

A slow death.

They did nothing.

A lynching on the ground.

They did nothing.

For eight agonizing minutes.

Four officers watched.

He cried out for his Mom... 

A grown man...

Crying out for the woman who gave him life....

As he feared joining her in death. 

And still they did nothing.

A black man.  

A gentle giant.

Murdered because he was black.

And still, they've done nothing... 

(Anónimo)