"My dear Simone.
After you, red is no longer red.
The blue of the sky is no longer blue.
The trees are no longer green.
I have to search for colors in the yearnings I have for us.
After you, I miss even the pain that made our love timid and secret.
I miss the waiting, the relinquishing,
the coded messages.
The stolen glances in a world full of blind people
who didn't want to see,
because if they'd seen us it would have been their shame,
their hatred,
their cruelty.
I regret I haven't had the courage to ask your forgiveness
and that is why I can no longer even look inside your window.
That is where I always saw you, even when I didn't know your name,
and you dreamed of a better world.
A world where a tree was not forbidden to be a tree.
Or for blue to become the sky.
I don't know if this is a better world.
How can I say this is a better world?
How can I say that without you?"
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