Virginia Smith
I hear your voice but only from a place far, far away. I can feel that somewhere, somehow, you are thinking of me too, and I fear that if I stop thinking of you, you’ll vanish forever. I see you in a place full of “nothing”, and nothing is what I feel inside, then this “nothing” took over my days, and thick nothing became everything since you disappear. Nothing is the place were we have to meet, to embrace, to say goodbye, because here, in this place full of emptiness I can’t let go of you.
Raquel Bessudo 