"... I'm coming home ... Down a long and lonely road ... Who will be there, waiting for me? ...
... Will the same faces be there? Familiar faces? ... The people I loved? ... I will never forgive myself.
I devoted more time to nonsense than the people who cared about me....
I thought it was important to prove myself to other people... But they abandoned me as soon as I fell into oblivion... They never came back to take me out.
I miss my mother, my father's smile. They were the ones who really loved me. I still remember the rainy days I used to sing at the window... It was you, who always encouraged me....
Today I am nothing more than a lost soul, a figure in the shadows... A person with no destiny.
I died for all of you... for the rest of the world...
... Will I wake up when I come home? ..."
The following text is part of a report found in the belongings of journalist and photographer Carlos A. Chaves, who mysteriously disappeared o...
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