I Will raise the vast life that even now is your mirror Every morning I will have to rebuild it. Since you walked away How many places have become vain and meaningless, the same to lights in the day. Afternoons that were niche of your image, music in which you always waited for me , words of that time, I will have to break them with my hands. In what hollow will I hide my soul so I don ‘t see your absence that like a terrible sun, without setting, shines definitive and ruthless ? Your absence surrounds me like the rope to the throat, the sea to which it sinks. Maria