martes, 23 de marzo de 2021

Feeling Memories

 I hear you in songs.

I write you with my fingers on the table.

I see your smile while I walk on the streets.


Without noticing myself, I look for you in other persons

but I give up,

 I don't need this.


So

I avoid singing "Black " from "Pearl Jam" day by day

wanting to capture in me the idea of ​​forgetting you... 

this is a bad recipe.

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