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.