29th April 2014

Thirst. The memory is thirst.
Of spicy smell, of wind that moves the palms, of absolute colors that paint.

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23rd April 2014

You know that short, very short flash that moves between ours gazes.
It’s the engaging gaze of those who have the shoo-in.

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14th April 2014

I run after the moment that I picked up it. That memory doesn’t exist, so I smile because that quality is only an illusion.

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