It's Saturday, the first morning in Rome, waking up in the eternal city should be nice, something special, however I continue to be fooled by the harshness of his speech, it has come to hurt like a kind of poisonous expletives. I sit on the couch and study the suite, I see no sign of him. Then I understand that he is on the balcony having breakfast; Like other days, today I do not want to see him, to hold his eyes in mine continuing with the rejection that is tacit in the deep blue sky, it is a lot of cruelty that I cannot bear.

Being so weak and fragile is a curse, now that I am pregnant the revolution is austere, the control of my emotions has never been so derailed and intense. Assiduous sadness stabs me with incomprehensible rage. Then depression attacks, a strong weapon that kills if it worsens.

I take a shower and get clean. Without putting anything in my stomach, I take the tablet, review some things. We will go to see some land, we also have the invitation to eat with that Fab