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Hace seis años escuchaste mi voz por última vez. Por teléfono te dije, de nuevo como tantas veces antes, que te amaba y que eras la mejor mamá que alguien podría desear. Un par de horas después, supe que habías descansado. Cerraste tus ojos rodeada de compañía, ante la mirada de quienes más te amaron. Hace unos días, me reencontré con varios de esos ojos. Fue hermoso volver a sentirte dentro de ellos, redescubrir tus gestos en sus expresiones, escuchar tu voz a través de su forma de hablar, intuir tu sonrisa escondida en la de tu nieta. El tiempo pasa, las heridas mutan, las cicatrices a veces duelen, algunas lágrimas aún se escapan, los recuerdos permanecen. Hace un tiempo encontramos la lista de canciones que te gustaban y empezaste a escribir el 13 de noviembre de 1985. Armamos una lista para traer de vuelta esos trozos de tu vida (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3dIo4ontwuDC5hWCqAFWEa). A veces la escucho y sonrío al recordarte tarareando a Pink Floyd en la cocina. Es cierto que no tenerte cerca de mí duele, pero eso no impide que vuelva a encontrar huellas tuyas en las personas que te conocieron. Soy feliz a pesar de la tristeza. Nunca me cansaré de pensar qué afortunados fuimos por haberte tenido. Te amaré y te llevaré conmigo siempre mami.

(Acompañamiento: 

Harry Styles - Sign of the times)

 

 Just stop your crying
it's a sign of the times
welcome to the final show
hope you're wearing your best clothes

You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
you look pretty good down here
but you ain't really good

If we never learn, we been here before
why are we always stuck and running from
the bullets? the bullets
we never learn, we been here before
why are we always stuck and running from
the bullets? the bullets

Just stop your crying
it's a sign of the times
we gotta get away from here
we gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying
it'll be alright
they told me that the end is near
we gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying
have the time of your life
breaking through the atmosphere
and things are pretty good from here

Remember everything will be alright
we can meet again somewhere
somewhere far away from here

We never learn, we been here before
why are we always stuck and running from
the bullets? the bullets
we never learn, we been here before
why are we always stuck and running from
the bullets? the bullets

Just stop your crying
it's a sign of the times
we gotta get away from here
we gotta get away from here

Stop your crying
baby, it'll be alright
they told me that the end is near
we gotta get away from here

We never learn, we been here before
why are we always stuck and running from
the bullets? the bullets
we never learn, we been here before
why are we always stuck and running from
the bullets? the bullets

We don't talk enough
we should open up
before it's all too much
will we ever learn?
we've been here before
it's just what we know

Stop your crying, baby
it's a sign of the times
we gotta get away
we got to get away
we got to get away
we got to get away
we got to get away
we got to, we got to, away
we got to, we got to, away
we got to, we got to, away