- Amarelos...

Nothing has changed. Until that familiar tightening in his chest I have left. Even the smell of hot coffee still reeks of empty cups in the cupboard as yellow, faded only so long ...

But today I decide encruzar fingers and pray that you were behind the door to wish me good morning. That coffee was still hot. That old radio porch chiasse still the same songs of our time. I prayed a thousand times before opening the doors of the place I've always loved ...



But everything changed. This place is the living picture of how time passes just for some ... And leave links in different places, joining people who have no longer part of the same place.

No escape from me again. Stay in my mind. Stay here. Read his book in the corner. Trim the plants of the window. Increase sound radio. Go back to the place that was always yours. Do not go well, not so far away ... Stay up to help me break the bonds with the moon. Stay up to make up for lost time ... Oh so many things to be put in place. The much dust to be swept. Help me fix up the place that has always been ours, help me fix my heart, as someone who straightens the house to receive visitors later ...

(...) More seems like yesterday. I still hear the same music from the kitchen tap on the porch. The smoke still rises from the imaginary cup on the table, as if it had just been served. The wind enters through the windows as if someone had never sat there - comes and takes away the smell of orange cake all day. It's as if neither one of dried plants were alive one day.

Everything has changed. Nothing has changed ...