Thursday, 1 April 2010


please, play while reading

Is difficult to say bye,


but is more difficult when you know is forever.

My grandma just died,

and sometimes I almost wish she wasn’t as important to me as she was,

because this wouldn’t hurt so much.

So much not even tears come out my eyes,

just pain,

just horrible and irritating pain.

Is usually true this thing they say,

this “you don’t know how you appreciate something till you lose it”

but in this case,

is worse,

because I knew what I was losing,

and I could do nothing about it.

Time is an efficient enemy, he aims, hits, and never fails.

Shaspeare wrote in his sonnet 60:

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;

Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,

And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his
cruel hand.

----As you may read on internet or on any book,

This sonnet is a meditation on mortality.

Almost as an afterthought the beloved is mentioned,

in the final line,

as one who might be preserved from the total oblivion of time's destruction.

But despite its defiance,

the closing couplet hardly rescues the reader from the thought that everything that is mortal must perish,

for our minutes, and the minutes of our remembrance,

move ever forward as irrevocably as the waves move forward,

beating ceaselessly on the shore.

The sonnet seems to be placed deliberately at this point, as number 60,

to coincide with the 60 minutes of the hour,

just as No.12 marks the twelve hours of the day.

There is even a pun included in line 2, (hour minutes) so that the reader need not lose his/her bearings in the sequence.

For those who still have any grandparent alive,


Is never to late to go to see them,

To spend some time with them,

Even if they are grumpy

Even if they don’t say thank you

They are really in the need of being

Listened, loved and take cared of.

Always try to think how you would like to be treating when you get old.

Sorry for the moral lesson of the month,

But I felt this dramatic and I couldn’t help it.

“Lella,I didn’t have the opportunity to tell you this,

but I loved you, I love you, and I always will”

your grandson

“Llella, no tuve la oportunidad de decírtelo en su día,

pero te quería, te quiero, y siempre te querré”

tu nieto

my mother, and my grandmother picture made by me last time I saw her


allthatshewants said...

ai por favor que bonito!!
la canción es una pasada!!

Ligeia said...

precioso post
y tienes toda la razon, nunca esta de mas darles un achuchon a los abuelos

un besazo enorme!!

Krimly said...

que post más bonito!! tienes suerte, yo nunca conocí a mis abuelas :(

mil bss

gorgeousclara said...

muy bonito el post...todo lo que dices es cierto...este mes se cumple un año desde que murió mi abuela y lo primero que pensé y pienso es que tendría que haber intentado tener una relación más intensa con ella...aunque la distancia lo complicaba un poco...

Me propuse no cometer el mismo error con mis abuelos de aqui y estar más con ellos...pero no soy todo lo buena nieta que debería...haber si tu post me pone un poco las pilas...seguro que sí...