"There are the footprints of your spirit, as it used to be when you were here. There are your steps on the dust, as if you never left me all alone in this kind of home, in this haunted house, speaking in tongues.
There is the stain of your ghost eclipsing the light of the sun. There is the sound of your voice pealing at my funeral.
How can some bad chosen words turn over my world?
You are like the shadow tied up to my feet. You are like the nightmare in which they became my recurring dreams. You are like the presence who messes up my things. You are like the eyes that stare at me when I cannot sleep"