just like that deafening infinite silence devoured when a war comes to an end.

just like that second in a concert before pronouncing the first words of a song, that shared in unison stillness.

just like taking a deep breath

holding the air for as much as your lungs can keep it in them (fitting a whole life in it)

and breathing out, smoothly. letting it go. feeling it go.

am afraid i am breathing out now, smoothly. 

feeling it go.

but not wanting it go.

los rituales balineses hindús de la muerte acaban con un silencio desgarrador.