"Like a fine, thin wire connecting two receivers one of these tries to break the communication".
The void in this precise moment of my life leads me to the meaning of three different terms that at the same time are inextricably linked: the maternal bond, the loss ( of the bond ) and consequently the absence.
The maternal bond is represented by a fine and thin thread that connects me myself and my mom, a bond that was created from the first moment when my heart began to beat in her womb, then continuing into two separate bodies, As if it were in the middle of a storm, in the midst of waves continually rippled by the wind and like a thread that occasionally jams in the zip of a sweater a little felted in time, until it leads us to a momentary laceration.
A tear felt in the middle of my chest, like a pin in the heart, the same that was beating in unison with her (in her belly), causing me a feeling of vertigo, as if that chip of my existence, was taken badly and thrown away.