Death and what it means for those who still remain. The mourning and the feeling that the loss devastates the future, establishing a past that takes on a look of painful melancholy, of idealization of details that are simple, overlooked, undervalued. An anecdotal caress that will never return, a human warmth, a kiss…, everything begins to swell the imaginary of the idealized past.
Lena was happy with Jonás. It seems easily understandable that this was the case in light of the tragic emotion with which Lena leads herself to Tármino, the town of whom she occupied a large part of her life until the fateful farewell to that disquieting forever.
The ashes of Jonah seek to dye the purplish gray of the lavenders that are spread over endless fields. Every speck of its dust that was once flesh and blood is destined to float between currents to settle among the soft fragrance of spiritual evocations.
But each life that ends has a lived story that does not always fit entirely into the multitude of perspectives of those who shared Jonah's presence.
And in the absence of the last one who could testify in his defense, Jonah himself, the story is conformed into a strange mosaic of ideas that do not fit into the puzzle that Lena had composed about Jonah.
Friends, family, the past before Lena. Jonah's life suddenly seems completely unfathomable to Lena. She who shared her full existence and now feels the loss of someone who does not have to be as she thought she was.
A novel that invites us to consider the infinity of the human soul. Through Lena we see what Jonás was, until it is complemented by pending conflicts and secrets that for Lena seem unreal. No one is the puzzle that someone else may believe they have made. The circumstances, the moments. We are changeable, variable and perhaps only in the shelter of love can we somehow hide all that we also are, much to our regret ...
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