Sidenotes
There are days that come without a reason, like this one.
And there you have to say goodbye when you take a new road.
And I, tonight, I say goodbye to you, M. In our coffee
colder than in the bar of Paul,
your love for jazz and photography, to my ramble
paintings and songs of Depeche,
the dreams of two teens unable to live in one place .
Today you return from trip of a lifetime and share them soon.
You can say what you want, but I know you and know you do not return, at least not until he had found and written a new road.
You're my best friend ever our paths are not known.
wonder how I'll make it tomorrow, without telling you that the new combination of trains and connections.
There are many things I want to tell you, too, thanks to pronounce.
I realize, sometimes, how your art has changed the contours of my own.
Things I love and I know that thou hast taught me.
You need luck, I fear, from tomorrow, this time your ascent is one of those who kill the lungs.
I will be here in case you decide to return, but meanwhile the ocean will be with you in my place. Good luck
M.
and good life
A.
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