I don’t like your name.
I never have.
But your name was carried
by someone I always loved.
I heard his name
every morning,
accompanied by his voice
and his presence.
At his wake, I heard it
for the last time.
Then I met you and heard it again,
with excitement.
His name, your name.

With love, all the way to heaven.

Photography by Camilla Morachis Beltrán 

Yuliana Romero

Between the light of my camera and the scribbles in my notebook.

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