Gothic Illustration (2004)

You have no idea what this last month has been, the desire I have had to talk to you and tell you that my life has lost direction, that everything goes wrong, that perhaps I died that summer afternoon, while my consciousness was fading to the rhythm of waves. That all this is an electrical residue in my brain that is eternally repeated in my soul, simulating what my life would have been.

And then I think:

- It's like a dream - everything is so different -

It comforts me to believe that for you, I was important and you liked being by my side. That's why every day I detest your damn indifference more.

But suddenly I think not ... that nothing has changed ... that the one who changed is me.

What happened? Maybe we crossed a line that friends should not cross and I find myself alone in a bar drinking, I hate all this and I start to think about how much I love you. And a world of things reminds me of you, how when we laughed for hours at something so silly.

Or like when you looked at me with your eyes filled with something incredibly huge and unknown that your soul guards.

And then I find myself walking drunk for hours and the rain hides my tears. Here I go, believing that maybe next week will be better ...