La soledad

With its lights and shadows, with its relentless demands for well-being, the world we inhabit makes solitude a form of suffering. It clothes it in the garments of an unwanted pain from which we must flee, thus stripping it of its most important dimension: the condition of being a transition, as inevitable as it is necessary. Yet, in the charade of constant companionship, there are times when a silence falls, inviting us to disregard that murmur so that we may hear a voice speaking to us from a different place.