Memento mori.

And here it comes again.
It kicks your ass like a bomb. It has been completely  unexpected, even more, it wasn't into your summer's plan; but It has won this time too.
Wednesday morning. Your place is empty, I think you'd be in your nice bed studying for the last exam of History, but it is not like that.
Actually, Ican't believe it yet, no, i can't. How, how my god, how can i be talking about the future with a person and, suddenly, I wake up one morning and you has just lead it away of me? She hadn't to live this now, right now, in a moment in which she feels so alone, so weird, so empty...We're speaking about that in our tiny-holidays: "I'm empty, Marina" she said to me, I didn't believe her when she told me that, it couldn't be true, she is fucking wonderful!
But now, now she won't be able to say again: "good night, Má" and listen how her beloved grandma says to her, quietly: "good night, sweetheart".


Death has come home again for leave my friend sleep alone.