As some of you know, my husband had to go to Ghana to work. This was not an option. Nobody
leaves his wife, sons, parents, friends and more, at his own will, I think. Things are bad here in Portugal.
He lost his job and he couldn't get another one here but I don't want to talk about that.
And so we have 4000 kilometers between us, 3 to 4 visits per year, and here she comes: Saudade.
Saudade of those who have to go. Saudade of those who remain. The empty place at the table, the
bed that is way too big just for me, the laughter that is not heard, the guitar that does not sound ...
One day at a time.
Believing that everything is going to get better.
The distance between two persons
is not measured in km,
but in missed hugs.
Nicole, Ossimors Tsssics.
Illustrazione: Kinga Rofusz
Source: Una piccola ape furibonda