and now when I can remember is August with the serenity that draws time in memory.
is incredible that almost did not notice the change of season, that your memory has not fallen as a dried leaf,
but still there, beating if you look up.
and just a special smell in the air in the afternoon, or the embrace of any city,
to forget that your memory is becoming castaƱay almond.
an almond skin loses a blow, with a whisper.
and are again open wound.
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