The bridge of the cross, the park of the swings, the first lights from the hometown; everything reminds of you. Our city bleeds every night and dies to give me back the dawn without you. The missing songs, the guitar in the corner of your room and this courage I have to keep loving you even in exhaustion. All the melancholy in the world fits in one image. It is inevitable to pass by and not see that this landscape looks like a downpour.

Poem and photography by Greisi González