- Its winter and you arent by my side.

It rains, sometimes, and the landscape, at the other side of the window, turns into a distorted mirror of my feelings. Then, my world changes. All becomes blurred through my eyes, and pieces of feeling stars to shed along my cheeks. I need you here, to avoid all my memories to break and stick in this loneliness that is drowning me. Why did you leave me? And why do all the memories come back now? Why did you go away after showing me how is love? I was illiterate the first time that your sharp eyes looked at me. Why did you show me how to feel? I think Im going to hate you for this, but I also believe I wont be able to do so. I need you here. Please, come back. She threw the pen and folded the paper. The glasses of the window were banging because the wind was blowing strongly that afternoon. The room was nearly empty. There were only an old bureau and a lamp full of spider-webs