November 17, five years ago, I was on the train ready to go home, after having met for the first time the love with whom I would later paint nights filled with laughter and arguments, with whom I would later see the fog on the river and the fireflies illuminate the fields among the mountains. For many months we had a world all our own, real, a home to be in, we flew away, far from everything else. It’s been two years since it all ended, but every 17/11, no matter how I am, whatever mess I have on my mind, in the evening I think back to those lights that will never go out. To that sun and that moon that guided us to hold each other in a small bar on the outskirts. I cry a bit but I also smile a bit. Somewhere those lights keep shining and we’re still there; we are alive, and happy, and we whisper to each other about places we want to go together, never having taken the paths that led us away from those silly but in love kids we once were. Those days do justice to the poison we swallowed. We remain there. Hello darling… One day we will find what we want, if not here, it will be back... it will be in the dream of an enchanted day, even though, I know it seems impossible now, it was real. I love you. The Cure - Lovesong (HD)
Mr.Black
17 nov 21
DeRank ™: 39,39
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