If I cannot find her, I'll draw her. I'll paint her and see her the way I want to see her, I'll design her the way I want to feel her, I'll sketch her body in charcoal, draw her most secret parts, and a smile will appear on my lips. I will paint her and she will exist within me.

If I draw her I won't be lonely.

I drew her and felt free, I drew her and I felt happy. I saw the parts of her body before me bouncing, smiling, real.

I wanted her but I could not touch,

I wanted her but I could not feel.

The shine of her face is blinding and her body is burning inside. Her voice is as pleasant as the sirens of the sea. Her eyes glint like the moon, her skin is the color of the sand and her hair is the color of the sun.

That's how I saw her in my mind, that's how I saw her in my painting.

At first she smiled at me, winked  and sang songs to me but as the time passed by she stopped, she stopped showing me love, she showed no affection, neither sang nor spoke to me.

She did not wink at me or smile at me even when I asked. Then she turned her back on me and never looked again.

I felt lonely, lonelier than ever, lonelier than I had ever been so I added a landscape to the painting, I added life, flowers, trees to the painting, but it was not enough.

Every day I looked at my painting,

I looked at her even more than once. As time passed, her eyes faded, closed, her body bent and shrank.

She was sad, trapped inside the page, trapped in my room in my imagination, in my mind,

she wasn't free, and for the first time, I saw someone who was lonelier than I have ever was. I didn't want to look at her, but every now and then I would glance at her fading, perishable.

I could not stand it so I took the page with one hand and a lighter with the other, I started to burn the page and I saw she was afraid.

I stopped, crumpled the paper, and heard her screaming. Then I smoothed the paper and walked out of my room, out of my house, out to the street and looked, didn't know what I was looking for until I found a tree. I knew it was the answer, so I drew branches, added roots, and hung her on the tree. She turned to me, smiled at me. I looked at her growing, smiling, happy and went to draw another lady