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She had woken up remembering
moments that life had given her.
She felt very cold, the cold of Loneliness,
how lonely she felt!
She always said to herself: someday my legs will not respond,
nor my body, old age will come to inhabit my life.
She sat in the rocking chair,
It was as deteriorated as her heart.
She sat in the rocking chair, it was as deteriorated as her heart,
where she wove dreams,
where she wrote letters and then hid them,
because they were hers alone,
where she listened to the old Nat King Cole song.
She remembered moments, the bustle of the neighbors,
that one day she was young and today the years had come.
Very slowly she let her body fall
between the pillows and fell asleep.
It was there where her life ended, she had been left between dreams, joys and sadness.
between dreams, joys and sadness, she would no longer
she would no longer be alone,
she flew on the wings of a white dove
that came to fetch her to her new destiny.
To her new home.