Beauty, life, love itself, all have to do with the sadness we find present in all forms of joy. We will always miss those beloved who died; also those we love but are away from us.
Longing is a form of celebration. Love is a form of denial: we love in order to deny (or at least to delay acknowledging) the fact that we are alone in the world. And from our love comes all the good there is in us. Our love is home for ourselves and for the loved ones. The place where we belong.
Opposites. I will need to learn your beauty through your mistery. There is an element of "not knowing", a dark side of your magical moon. Beauty is beautiful, but not necessarily pretty.
Hey boy, you better remember that.
And to go on with the astronomical metaphor: as we keep following our orbital path, some dark places may receive light. The areas that I see clearly now may be swallowed by new darkness. Overtime, we change, like the stars above.
Since I know you, I feel attached to life in new ways. Too many to say now.
You brought, among many others, two radically new things to my life: longing and belonging.
Sándalo Naranja
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