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there is a defect I would like to bury me but at the same time would keep ... for fear that they might miss. when my soul live unforgettable moments .... continues to feed on them. no matter how long, give such confirmation, how long ago to have happened is not important. idolatrizzo them, I get excited to think about it, I reject that world of memories in terms of movement, notes, and perfumes. I can not relive them, to go forward, no. I pause to wonder whether it really happened, and they may never come back.
is worse than back down or surrender before the love?
I would like to arrive early to a conclusion.
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