From the songs I made my hymn to cure my loneliness and disguise my tears, condensed to them, I meet you at every corner of my thoughts, I get drunk every day more in your absence. I wish I was the perfect prosody to lose myself in your verses, then walking in your company, singing your melody on your skin that guides and takes me. I see you with my closed eyes, I feel you holding on to my memory, lewd, abrasive, temptation of my most secret desires and surprise myself with the fragments of thoughts united by emotions long … Continue reading That suspended moment in time …