It was a warm summer night. Suffering from the disease, tormented it his last months. But that night she won, because he managed to rest forever. Breathing through, filled with modified their lungs. Then his pupils were fixed, crystallizing every second. Looking at us for the last time.His face was calm, serene. Here usually is spot on.
His hands continued to be just as soft, delicate, beautiful.But more cold, very cold.Later, a parade of people who pronounced hollow words. There was a man in suit, who taught us a catalogue of coffins. Two nurses, running every step of the process, with routine professionalism. Then silence, nothing the night. The empty bed. The broken soul.
We went outside. The city was calm. It seemed that he was mourning by our pain. Only the Moon, reflected in the tears that rolled down our cheeks, and which flowed into the ocean of sadness. ESA night, seemed to have stopped time. The first rays of dawn, surprised us dambulando through the streets of the city. DIN began to seize the promenades and avenues. Again jams, people in a hurry to get to work, the crowded traffic lights, the jostling to pass the first. We understood that we had abandoned the Moon and their mourning lasted, what lasts overnight. That the world was continuing his March trial. That we were only stops, crying, invisible in the eyes of the crowd. This morning I realized that only in our hearts, remain alive forever, because the world had awakened in a new dawn, without it. Today is mother’s day and I don’t miss it more than yesterday.But in a different way.Because today is mother’s day.The photo of the day, is, in this may 1, 2011, dedicated to all mothers. Any time soon is when a mother closes his eyes. You can find more articles of this series in Te invite you to visit us in photo: Edurne Iza text: Onintza Otamendi? Iza can download this photo freely. The only restriction is your sale or lucrative use of the same. Do not forget that whole work belongs to its author, get a good use of it.