in an almost total isolation, apart from the world, alone until my little angel comes home, I see life through my window, my illusions, my failed projects, my desires and my needs, all through this window that I've seen myself cry, laugh, love and hate, before it was the window of my office ... now the window of an unknown country, of people who do not turn to see you or care if you die while paying taxes, the cold is suffocating in this side of the world and I still carry the warmth of a bleeding heart