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Anabella Claire Ringgold

May 27, 2009 - October 11, 2010

Hoje quando acordei tive uma sensação estranha de que não ia ser um bom dia. Isto confirmou-se assim que estabeleci a ligação para o Blog da Bella. A Bella perdeu ontem a sua batalha com a EB. Bem sei que tem um subtipo diferente do da Diana, mas não pude deixar de pensar que têm exactamente a mesma idade. Só sinto um grande aperto no coração.

Ficam as palavras de W.H. Auden, porque eu não consigo articular nada:

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;

For nothing now can ever come to any good. "