Alejandro Consolacion Pdf — Alleluia
“I could not finish it,” he said. “Because I could not say Alleluia without her.”
(For Consolation — with all my love.)
Alejandro reached for the photograph again. He held it to his chest. “To know that the Alleluia does not end. That somewhere — in some room, in some memory, in some unfinished bar of music — her voice is still rising. And that I will hear it again.” alleluia alejandro consolacion pdf
The voice was dry as ash. It belonged to Alejandro, the man in Bed 7, the one the nurses called El Mudo — the mute. Except he was not mute. He had simply chosen, for thirty years, not to speak. “I could not finish it,” he said
“The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.” “To know that the Alleluia does not end