I lost count of the number of times I saw you in the same corner of that square on my way to work, I always wondered what a little girl was doing alone at that time of the morning, sitting on a seesaw with her eyes fixed on that empty place that was always facing upwards. But, as I am always in such a hurry -I can't understand how it gets later and later even though I get up earlier- I repeated to myself every time I saw you, tomorrow I asked her if something was wrong with the little girl.

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I remember that day when I tried to approach you but when I was coming towards you a man quickly grabbed your arm in a violent way and dragged you away from there. That day you turned to look at me and in your eyes there was only silence. Today again on my way to work I was hoping to see you and finally get to where you were, I was going to try to gain your trust by riding on the other side of the seesaw and that you would finally understand what the game is all about. But today, you were gone. The days have passed and I can no longer remember the girl, I can only remember her eyes, those that silently shouted something that neither I nor others heard.