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.
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