Don't go far off

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? Pablo Neruda With this series I want to represent the end of a love story with a fragmented perspective. Precisely I've tried to show the suffering of the rift. In that moment the time doesn't exist, the illusions end and the emotions are confused. Nobody knows what will happen but everyone fights to refuse the uncertainty of a new status.