We look at the maps, we search for the ideal nest – a place where to love and write… So we are in planning mood, drawing budgets, counting miles, making lists. Much to do in-between, we don’t want time to fly too quickly.
We want to walk along those streets, retracing our steps, pausing at the corner where memories linger. For in that city our souls roam, unwilling to depart: the summer of our discovery. We shall go back, for a few short months, retrieving our youth, opposing the onslaught of winter.
El verdadero Halloween
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