"It's the worst death, of the love.
Because the death of a person
Is the stabilized end,
is the return for nothing..
a definition that no one questions.
The death of a love, instead, is alive.
The break keeps everyone breathing:
I, you, the pain, the nostalgia,
the hurt, contempt - everything follows.
And at the same time, there isn't
what existed before.
It's an experimental death:
an essay so you know what it means death,
still being alive.
Because when in fact we die,
we will not know"