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The taste of ice-cream and smiles. The hugs and happy times.
The last Summer of my teen age years.
My last job. My last date. My first date. Your last hug. My last promise.
Your hair color. The smell of gas. My dreams. Your eyes.
Your image of me.
The weather.
My memory.


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The last light

The last thing she said to him was a name, a name for the light.
She vanished into the darkness, leaving him alone in the last gasp of light.
There is no air in the other side, no time and no memory.
How can you search for yourself when you don't have a taste of your own irony!?

The presence he once felt was lost in the place of no name.
Where the light has no game.
No storm to clean up after he is gone.
Where the tears are for no one.


"As I am shaking under the idea of you loving me still, after all this time that we have been away from each other, I am trying to light up my cigarette and forget about you, like I did so many times.
I try to keep all the emotions away, but they are deep into my existence, in my blood, in my dreams and they define me as I am. My shadow of a person, small and unfulfilled, in pain and lost!"


"There is no saving her if she feel in love with the pain. No words can heal her heart and no man can touch her soul anymore.
She feel asleep on the cold shoulder of a ghost, a memory, a person that is not here anymore.
You are waisting your time trying to help her, she doesn't want to be helped, her pain is everything she has of him left inside her!"