Dio inicio de forma desastrosa, lluvia suave, vientos fuertes.
Mejoró con ayuda de un café caliente y un croissant.
Fue magnífico cuando el sol se coló por la ventana y la calidez reclamó su lugar.
Sin embargo, el viento frío no se dejó vencer, tomó fuerza con el tiempo y se coronó al caer la tarde.
There is so much you do not remember, so many things you used to know, things that now lie hidden somewhere in your memory. Those thoughts, those events are unreachable to you and I think that is the best. I believe you do not need to remember. Those are not things you want to know, I know you enough. We can avoid that, you do not need to feel neither doubt nor misery and I do not need to see you feeling like that.
This space is a small piece of me. It is hidden in plain sight: first I put it in a corner then I turned the lights off. Some days I remember it exists and still nothing happens, words do not come to me…
…Perhaps inspiration has been wiped out from the universe.
Background song: Verano by La Oreja de Van Gogh
Ask a question when you already know the answer.
I used to believe that love could achieve everything, that nothing was impossible as long as we were together. It took me a while to realise that there are things I cannot do, I have limitations, I am not invincible.
It causes pain to close your eyes and see good times far away from you, realise that this is not a nightmare and all the suffering is real.