Translated from the Spanish original by L.G.G.
I woke up surrounded by a heavy silence,
as if the world had decided to stop,
as if everything I loved had chosen not to return.
The sheets felt like soft prisons,
and my body, a shadow drained of energy.
I didn’t want to open my eyes—
the pain was already there.
In my chest, an unnamed wound pulsed,
as if I were crying inside.
The words from the night before echoed endlessly,
like soft blades that wouldn’t stop cutting.
I stood up carefully,
as if the floor might collapse beneath me.
The clock marked a new beginning,
but I… I hadn’t finished with the ending.
I didn’t want to face anything—
not the day,
not the air,
not even myself.
I just wanted to stay there,
in that corner where time stands still,
where no one asks how I’m feeling.
The room, my usual refuge,
now felt like a distant shore.
And the mirror—
that silent traitor—
gave me back a gaze I didn’t recognize.
Smudged makeup, hollow eyes,
a face that spoke without a voice.
And I understood,
with a knot in my throat,
that sometimes the reflection screams
what the soul cannot express.
Something was broken,
something I didn’t know how to piece back together,
and still…
there I was,
standing,
facing myself,
surviving.