Cada noche te escribo

Every night I write to you are the silences that end a conversation, the cries for help never sent, the letters lost in a drawer. The elastic goodbye of the one who does not want to leave, a few crossed fingers so that they want to stay. Those secrets that you keep for those who are no longer there. This book is an act of solitude, a blow to the table, a monument to what could have been and also a shadow in the middle of the road: the last night of mourning, a controlled relapse, the seconds before the final number. Waking up when you are gone.