I'm in here, can anybody see me? Can anybody help? I'm in here, a prisoner of history, Can anybody help? Can't you hear my call? Are you coming to get me now? I've been waiting for, You to come rescue me, I need you to hold, All of the sadness I can not, Living inside of me. I'm in here, I'm trying to tell you something, Can anybody help? I'm in here, I'm calling out but you can't hear, Can anybody help? Can't you hear my call? Are you coming to get me now? I've been waiting for, You to come rescue me, I need you to hold, All of the sadness I can not, Living inside of me. I'm crying out, I'm breaking down, I am fearing it all, Stuck inside these walls, Tell me there is hope for me Is anybody out there listening? Can't you hear my call? Are you coming to get me now? I've been waiting for, You to come rescue me, I need you to hold, All of the sadness I can not, Living inside of me. Can't you hear my call? Are you coming to get me now? I've been waiting for, You to come rescue me, I need you to hold, All of the sadness I can not, Living inside of me. I'm in here, can anybody see me? Can anybody help?
Dos tazas con café recién servido son cómplices de la primera lectura del manuscrito que guarda sus secretos. Benjamín es el autor que trata de reivindicar su vida en decenas de páginas e Irene la privilegiada de leer una historia que también fue suya.
Mientras ella recorre las líneas sin perder concentración, los ojos azules de Benjamín la observan. Su cabello castaño oscuro, peinado de lado, deja al descubierto sus ojos verdes, aunque escudados con unos lentes que anuncian el desgaste de los años. Ella termina de leer y desnuda su mirada. Ahora, el azul profundo se encuentra con el verde de esperanza perdida.
