I don't know if it can be described as forgiveness. But the strongest memory I have of him now is that the first time I heard his voice, he was singing to me: "Then you will have well-groomed hair... A time will come, alas, hear me too..."
“Unfortunately, however, our life full of shortcomings often does not give us the courage to write even two words. I will always remember you.”
But there are also moments when the pain immobilizes you again. You lose your sense of time within it. Soon it will have been three years, or maybe just a moment.
You will have done many things since then, but also nothing. You will have lost, but also won. You will have forgotten, yet you will still remember. You will have changed, and yet you will be the same. You will be free, but occasionally you will hear the rattling of the chain.
And the pain, like iron, will pass over the white linen of your heart, with all its paradox, to crumple it for a little while. And then time will simply continue, stopping, however, as many times as necessary.
