It was the beginning of the year and Caracas was desolate, empty; I was in a steel worm that was crossing the city not as full as always, behind me was a young couple I supposed because of the conversation they were having and the loud laughter.

The couple were speaking of common things, nothing really interesting. They were laughing with jokes and telling each other their daily life. Typical conversation of some couple of teenagers that have 2 months in a relationship I thought. Extrangely the conversation just stopped, for a few seconds I could only hear the metal of the metro moving fast, rattle between curve and curve. I felt the tension even if I didn't have the couple in front of me.

He said it in a barely audible whisper. I raised my look from the floor and every single person in the metro was in their own world not noticing what was happening; My heart broke up in thousand of pieces, and I had to close my eyes strongly to avoid that my tears fall out.

And then the only sound was the Metro taking his course, the rail and the wind. Even the ligths and the slight murmur of the people a little far from us. I thoug with my wrinkled heart: A sincere"I love you" is the silent one. I had time without being the witness of this kind of cute love of the metro; In the next stop they got off the metro and I decided turn around inmediatly because the curiosity was eating me, the curiosity of knowing their identidy and remember their faces along with what he had just witnessed. I needed to give a face to the protagonists; needed to see them.

They were an older couple that what I was thinking, I noticed that both were wearing rings; They were married. She was a brunnete of short stature not more taller than me, she was wearing really relaxed old jeans and a white shirt and It would be a lie if I say that I wasn't surprised by her charisma and her smile not so perfect. She had facial features that easily could tell you her age, 35 years approximately.

He was a gentleman with more age that her, he had moustaches and wasn't attractive at all; but when they exchanged looks they didn't see his physique, they see their own soul. Their being. They both have the skin in the bone, because if I say they were skinny maybe you could misunderstood me and imagine them with some pounds that shape their body but no. They were a pair of skeletons getting off the Metro of Caracas.