-Hello son, how are you doing?
-Well mother And you?
-Well son...
Silence.
-Have you had dinner? Are you eating well?
-Of course mother, every day I make myself lunch and breakfast, I usually dine out.
-Ah, that's good...
Silence.
-Mother
-Tell me son
-I know that we don't have a good relationship, I know that we were always distant and that the loneliness of both of us kept us apart because of a huge emptiness. But I also know that I love you and that much of what I am is because of you, thanks to you today I am a good person, sorry for all the bad things and for not knowing how to get closer to you.
Silence.
-Son, thank you, I love you too and you know that in my arms you will always find a home. I love you.
The reality is that our conversations never went beyond the second silence, to this day, we don't share more than twenty words per conversation, if you can call it that.
Photographers: Tomé Duarte
Historian.