Pictures, memories

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Living water, living lives

Living among dead facts

Frames from the past saw in the so-called future

Missing moments that were never lived 

The smells in the air, the closest way to be near and far so quickly

Keeps so alive a huge interrogation

What will remain from lives will be only two things: pictures and memories

Those, tamed, they just can’t even if, it’s real

Touching cold winds with fingertips inside gloves

Kindness. Tenderness. Heartless. Love

We can notice things in the mininum details

Little things reveal us how great people can be

Doesn’t matter if it’s 1980 colliding with 2011.

Mistakes are made. Dealing with it is the very beggining

Pictures is all we got

Memories, we hold it tightly.

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1/4/2011

2.12am