
I’ve been in ‘seclusion’ for a few days now, where the little strength I have is enough to rest, think and manage a slow and painful resilience. At the same time, so much free time makes me relive bitter, unjust and painful moments over and over again, looking for alternatives. If the signs exist, why

3 months ago today, listening to «You are not alone», we entered the Church of Sant Just to say goodbye to you, with all the honour, respect, love and affection you deserved.Surrounded by all of those who loved you, we saw hundreds of glassy eyes that hid the pain of losing you, a deafening silence

Solitude is difficult to explain, because imagining it is just an illusion. Understanding that this absence, this emptiness cannot be filled by anything, by nothing new; I will probably fill other voids, but not that one, the hole left by the shot to my heart cannot be filled. I know that my interior is changing.