Date Created 08/27/2006 00:04:00
I will torch the little house
that is my soul.
I will burn it down
So that when I am tempted
to visit those rooms
where are the reminders
of he who said he loved me...
I will find no trace
of solid matter there,
with which to pine.
Only piles of ashes.
And I will draw a cross upon my forehead.
For until all these memories
are carried to the wind,
Easter for my wanting,
never comes.
"Memories are just dead men making trouble."
~Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The General in his Labyrinth
Wrecking Ball
Emmylou Harris
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