Our romance was deafening.
It screamed and sang as loud as silence.
I remember the sound of our kisses —
They were like musical notes,
Echoing voices and thunders at the same time
I felt the wind against my skin today.
You won’t ever know,
But I wish it would have carried me away…
Still, I insist that life is too short to keep missing noises
And songs lost in the past;
Memories of an era of melancholy
I took this picture today while coming home with F, a good friend of mine.
The sky looks lovely, and so does the weird looking tree…
We love when it rains… Even if we’re outside.