was your street. But when the search for Chamberí not surprise me. Remembered that this was not the number but when the front I knew that the building of 105 years was yours. The room was tiny. Perhaps it was your pantry, empty for years. O maybe that girl you slept with talking blackmail. I'll never know. You can never know that fur happened to be an apartment, and I could see your childhood seventy years later.
"For the first time in my life I felt the meaning of the word never." The Elegance of the Hedgehog. Muriel Barbery.
never see me with my ring finger in blue. Not all the photos that I still do love influenced by your memory.
'll never hear you saw a headless man, or number the sidewalks can not bombed. I will stay with a thousand questions about my new city.
Never again will I send mails, or talk to the darling, and let a book, or fantasize about joining your stories told and be quiet, to write a book.
never more hear your voice or feel your smell. Never. The ever more resounding.
But I've got your pictures and video. Card games at eight o'clock on Saturday. Bike rides, shopping, meals and snacks, summer sea. Gifts giant vitality. Many things .... so ... the kind that will always accompany me. I'll never forget.
