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2008
May, 2

Early cold morning, I wandered through the graveyard.
At first there were few people, most workers from the place.
I felt free to take pictures of some tombstones.
Some were big, expensive looking, filled with details.
Others very simple, just a sculpture of an angel, Jesus or saints.
Or bare crosses. Named and dated.

As I got close to the back border I could see a vast field of green, flat-cut grass, right next to the end of the cemetery.
It was the reserved space for future burials, as the area of the terrain had to be increased, for people never stop dying.
I find it strange how they just keep selling eternal property to the dead.
Someday our descendants shall pay them a rent to bear a living. Ironic.
So I guess I just don't care what happens to my body after I die.
Maybe it's not even possible to truly care about something that, not only hasn't happened yet, but also will make me no difference after it does.
Maybe it's just that I'm not religious.

The quietness got into me and I felt calm.
But on the way back to the entrance it started to get crowdy.
Families carrying flowers, sadness, tears, prays, faces, looks and saudade.
It was time for me to leave, I had no persons there.