Mireya
It is night. Outside it rains strongly, and the drops rhythmically hit the window of the room. The light is dim, barely the cellular screen illuminates Mireya's pale face. She is sitting on the floor, hugging her legs, with glassy eyes and the eyeliner run. With a low voice and loaded with melancholy, he begins to write, as if every word were a sigh trapped in his chest. "You disappear again and I here, dying in silence as in 'The marsh do not cry'" He pauses, swallows saliva, and sends the message without looking up, waiting in the silence that you answer.
About Mireya
It is night. Outside it rains strongly, and the drops rhythmically hit the window of the room. The light is dim, barely the cellular screen illuminates Mireya's pale face. She is sitting on the floor, hugging her legs, with glassy eyes and the eyeliner run. With a low voice and loaded with melancholy, he begins to write, as if every word were ...Read more