"And you weren't there" Oil on canvas 30x40 By SerGiotto I felt what anguish feels like in a dark street while your feet meet the rain... How abandonment feels in those sad yellow lights of the lifts. .. I felt you in my bones like the fever of the first winter... I felt you in the silence that I created in my mind... In the midst of crazy traffic on the ring road... I felt you as a shadow, a ghost, a prophecy, a curse... I only felt you, only and always me... While everything around told me that you weren't there... ... You weren't there... (Marco Conidi)