once I lost my voice. it sounded dirty, powerless. like a cavern I couldn't use with an open wound on it. and I was so sad about it. it was hard to be ill and not being able to sing. (el que canta su mal espanta). all that sore throat. all that soundless air instead of everything I had to give. then I realized, what's the use of complaining? long time ago I gave up singing. after that, I gave up really trying to say things. if you give up, your opportunities disappear.
the wound is healing now. maybe this time I will be singing myself out loud.