The absence
Today more than ever I believe that absence is the strongest form of memory there is; because you lack t hat nostalgic feeling that only appears in the absence. We do not notice the one who is leaving when he is. Because it always is, we know it, and we have that certainty. Absence is strong, it is tough and it does not discriminate. The absence always takes its place, although we are accompanied, the absence is there in the form of emptiness and it determines itself never to leave. The one who left does not know that he is absent, there is the worst part, because he does not have to deal with that heavy burden. It is ironic, because it is a burden that does not weigh, but is carried; like a briefcase full of small stones that do not weigh, but that we know we can never remove. We feel it daily and, although it lightens with the passage of time, the absence never disappears. I have thought a lot about that form of love that tr...