We were sitting on the edge, it was like being in two points, in two worlds ... it was very cold.
He finally looked at me.
"Thanks for setting me free, and for not jumping"
"That doesn't mean I'm not going to do it later, you know?"
"Yes I know"
We had talked for a long time. He told me that when he died, he begged "them" to let him come back, that he wanted to sing, and that he would no longer ask for freedom, that he only wanted to sing with me. I just think it's my real red canary because it knows things that no one knows about me.
"Do you still play that game with your fingers to start singing?"
"I stopped doing it, when the doctors told me that after the operation I could never sing again"
"Didn't you try again? Did you just quit?"
"I no longer wanted to feel the pain - I looked at him - but there was still pain, I couldn't sing anymore, and that was like not being able to breathe"
He looked at the horizon. The sun was beginning to set little by little, giving her hair a fiery hue.
"You just gave up ... because you stopped doing magic"
"The world said that it no longer needed my magic, and without it, I am nothing"
He took my hand, still looking at the horizon.
"Let's sing like before ... we just have to try"
"I'm broken, I can't"
"Nothing breaks forever, you just let fear win you over"
"If we talk about farewells ... Would it be okay for me to finish knitting the little that is left of my love? I'm just doing a little time to say goodbye ... I hope that one day you remember me, not for me. name, but because of the particularity of this scarf. That was what I was thinking as I prepared everything to say you hate. You, you only delay my time to fly "