His memories stay, but he doesn't know how to save them or forget either.
It is unlikely to remember why or when it happened.
Only through his eyes, the geography of a landscape that unintentionally continues loving and those caresses have not gone as he would have liked.
They are barely part of a language without words, and the value of deciphering was not found.
Only in the twilight of the day, the perfume of those afternoons returns and with him the soft voice of indelible hours.
Certainly, the fear or courage to return to be has been invincible.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
His memories stay, but he doesn't know how to save them or forget either.
It is unlikely to remember why or when it happened.
Only through his eyes, the geography of a landscape that unintentionally continues loving and those caresses have not gone as he would have liked.
They are barely part of a language without words, and the value of deciphering was not found.
Only in the twilight of the day, the perfume of those afternoons returns and with him the soft voice of indelible hours.
Certainly, the fear or courage to return to be has been invincible.
