Letter To Stainless Steel That Creates Unforgettable People

Unforgettable people that remain in the memory without rust or rust, as if they were made of stainless steel. Unforgettable people with whom our hearts turn, who knot our stomachs when they appear in our minds and who provoke unshakable smiles.

It is not that they are necessarily people who have been with us too long, “just” that they have something special, something that makes them stand out and that promotes an exclusive feeling in us.

You have spent your whole life with me, body and spirit. However, if you asked for a reason, I would give you several or perhaps none. He would have to think about it, one more time. So that you understand me, you are that blue rose surrounded by thousands of red roses.

You are with whom I would share a coffee without closing time, a conversation without a time and a night shift in a quiet surveillance. You have a wand and what you have produced within me has been the closest to magic I have ever felt. It has to be something like that, inexplicable.

Stainless Steel Hearts

I’ve seen you helping others without writing anything down in the debit column. I’ve seen you hit past the red line where the sacrifice began. It was not what you had left over, it was what you also needed and that you did not have the reason to protect it with the fear of being taken away from the illusion of sharing it.

I have seen you radiate joy in moments when I was waiting for you sad. Moments in which I would have understood that anyone would have collapsed, not counting that you were made of unforgettable steel. Circumstances in which you have put my empathy to the test, because I honestly did not understand that you raised others from a sinking that you did not even contemplate.

I have heard you sing, I have lost myself in your paragraphs, I have read your lyrics, I have embraced your poetry and I have rested knowing that you were in command. With you I have learned that art has as many forms as creative concerns.

Stainless steel emits light

Stainless steel, in all the ways that I have appreciated you, in all the souls in which you have inhabited differently I have had the feeling that you existed because the person you were inhabiting had managed to fully recognize themselves. Hence the fact that you were able to put, deposit or share something immensely special in others or in the ethereal.

Yes, special, that’s the word. No different, because what is certain is that even if you were not accompanied by all those red roses, I would be able to appreciate your blue color. Sky blue, hope blue, sea blue. Your breeze tone and your rays of light or your well understood and misguided passion. I also have the certainty that others are also capable of seeing in you what I describe.