Confession
(2nd August 2010)
Nothing makes time pass more quickly than a thought that absorbs all the spaces of the one who thinks. It seems like yesterday was just a dream. Nothing remains in the memory but a vague mist in which thousands of images of you are merged. A torrent of marvelous and impeccable memories, your warm smile, followed by your dark and bewildered eyes. It has washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a careless child too near the water. Perhaps, this is a place that I have dreamed of, a place to share all the things that I treasure, and ponder in my heart.
Be patient! All in good time.
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