Now that everything is asleep, now that the silence has been placed on this house, I can tell you that I miss very much, that I do is rewind and concern that thin strip of the handful of memories.
wonder how you were, who knows what you thought, I do not know ... I have an idea of \u200b\u200bmy own, but I know that this is the exact idea of \u200b\u200bwhat they were, a male fragile and full of sensitivity, sensibility hidden in that air gruff and grumpy, always with a cigarette in his mouth and eyes blinded by desire to redeem himself with his arms and large hands to grab onto if every moment, every subtle desire and ambition.
My memories are very confused, but enough to see your face in trying to remember what your true voice, even if that voice in moments I heard my own and very true.
I have a picture near here, I have billions of your things, disks, pens and papers that they know more about you.
wonder how you have been strong to overcome everything that you deleted.
I can not find you in another man, I can not hope that the heart be still, but I can only remember and hold on the heart near me. How
love when someone is gone?
I remember you and I can only say I love you so much and the music that you left me, enough to not feel alone anymore, because I know somewhere you're still struggling to me.
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