"Absent" and not "Absent"

'The Bench of Whispers': Do you know that objects around us can speak? Do you know that they absorb the soul we give them? Do you know that they are connected to us - with something indescribable - that we carry deep inside? Do you know that our instinct shows us where we can trust our soul - without the fear of censorship - so that it can empty itself to be filled again and again? Do you know that people without objects are a floating and disjointed body?

In this story, our heroine, connected to the benches since a young age, wooden, insignificant, earthly, always returns to her confessor to cleanse her soul and be reborn. Everything changes around her, but it stands there. Silent, but extremely sympathetic.

'Like a Rusty Ship': Life in acts. A decision, an unusual daring, a sacrifice, to remind us that the feeling of Love cannot declare absence - people can, but it cannot - to seal that Love can declare presence through the greatest and mortal, for some, Absence. A woman, a brave woman - who, as she characteristically says and supports with her actions, "I uproot my heart to make it a tree, a big green tree full of fruits to fill your house, our house...", because this remarkable woman understood early on the importance of dreams. "You were dreaming, my love, you were dreaming and in your eyes I saw then and I will never forget the importance of dreams". Because this woman, this Woman, knows well the meaning of love, devotion, and fair reward. "I love you. I will always love you, every day and more. I am not abandoning you, I am simply giving you a chance". Because this woman "is Love".

'The Immortal Bride': But what did she do? What did she do? What was her mistake? Why this harsh and unjust verdict? Who appointed all these judges and punishers? Why all this uproar, what is the purpose of the people's court of misfortune? Who determines the punishment and who decides - like the hand of God? What bothered them, what? Love? Sacrifice? Will? Acceptance? Faith? Vision or Conclusion? Conclusion to every evil, harsh, and unjust. So what did she do? Immortal, she wandered in the park - among lovers - and recognized what is true, what is utopian, what is fake, and how she could help, provide them with the tools, show them the way... She wanted to help, she struggled to help, she healed, with pain and effort she managed to remain intact - despite the mockery of the crowd - to redeem, until one day she came across a forgotten notebook. A notebook full of poems. Who saw the "Maenads" and was not afraid of them! Destruction, mourning, and lamentation. To tear apart her clothes, soul, and flesh. To erase from our world the best tool and the most powerful good in the world. Without a trace of shame, to deprive tomorrow of the most benefited yesterday. And then... And then...

"And then they spoke about Love, all those who killed it".