It was like yesterday...
Many years have passed since those days. While everything was so clear, now everything is so intricate.
Those days were like a dreamland. Experienced and done.
You remember the piles of dreams we had from those days.
Tomorrow would be beautiful.
Tomorrows.
Tomorrow has come and gone.
The new time is not as graceful and neat as we dream of it.
I want to forget these days suddenly. I feel like reliving the winds that hit our skin in the morning.
There is no time that does not come while breathing. The times have passed and I haven't been able to get the taste I get in the twilight of the morning. Maybe they had childish dreams because of that...
I want to come back to you like thirty years ago. I want to snuggle insatiably into your warm one-story arms.
Life is very interesting. You live by dreaming of the future, but you are always looking for the past. I am searching.
Living these days? I do not know! I live these days with the feeling of trustee. I get grumpy and I get restless.
I'm in the middle of the night. Although I do not know how to smoke, I think about what happened as if accompanied by a cigarette. I think about what I've been through. The previous day, yesterday and today... I stay on the previous day. A vague smile spreads across my face. A child appears before my eyes as in the spring morning of '92. He has not seen the sea, but the lord of the countryside... I think this must be the most important color in a child's dreams.
I count the colors. Yellow Red; blue green... I count them as primary colors and secondary colors. When I say one or two, I think of the color of life, whatever is left of those days.
I don't know if there are any left.