Here the speaker is uneasy metamorphosis. Has little time I left, but it seems like years in my memory.
Having gone does not mean having forgotten what I've lived there. There are stories, are facts that happened one day and continue repeating itself like so many others. There are things and feelings stronger than time. Promises written in sand, the wind is not able to erase, even with the help of the sea.
The photos exist to prove. Letters, poems, conversations too. But all this is just frozen moments. Stronger than all this, more valid than any evidence, are the memories in my soul. Memories of a past that will always be part of my career.
You remember that? I'm trying to make contact with you over a month. I try but I get no return. I think all this is farther for you than for me. I think by this and other reasons, have to accept that this time of which I speak, is just one more time passado.Não forget you, nor anything of what we did and not for what we spend, but do not demand the same in exchange, my certainties are sufficient. I do not need other people confirming what I say. I know all this existed and this is one of the main ingredients of my smile. I will not regret for what has not been met or beaten the time has passed. You will always be those who were once my friends. I will not forget.
This is the letter of farewell. I always knew this would happen, but would not accept. This is a letter from a heart for others, a heart that is reshaping the concept of happiness. It's getting late, gotta go. Maybe one day we can be together again, but now, this moment here, it's just me.
Exchange, turn off.
Having gone does not mean having forgotten what I've lived there. There are stories, are facts that happened one day and continue repeating itself like so many others. There are things and feelings stronger than time. Promises written in sand, the wind is not able to erase, even with the help of the sea.
The photos exist to prove. Letters, poems, conversations too. But all this is just frozen moments. Stronger than all this, more valid than any evidence, are the memories in my soul. Memories of a past that will always be part of my career.
You remember that? I'm trying to make contact with you over a month. I try but I get no return. I think all this is farther for you than for me. I think by this and other reasons, have to accept that this time of which I speak, is just one more time passado.Não forget you, nor anything of what we did and not for what we spend, but do not demand the same in exchange, my certainties are sufficient. I do not need other people confirming what I say. I know all this existed and this is one of the main ingredients of my smile. I will not regret for what has not been met or beaten the time has passed. You will always be those who were once my friends. I will not forget.
This is the letter of farewell. I always knew this would happen, but would not accept. This is a letter from a heart for others, a heart that is reshaping the concept of happiness. It's getting late, gotta go. Maybe one day we can be together again, but now, this moment here, it's just me.
Exchange, turn off.
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