divendres, 8 de juliol del 2011

(paréntesis)

He never sent me flowers. He never wrote me letters. He never took me to restaurants. He never spoke of love. We met in parks. I don't remember what he said but I remember how he said it. Most of it was silence, anyway.
-Leszek Szkutnik- 


Tornar a casa, deixar la setmana enrere, o intentar-ho. Retrobar els records. Tancar els ulls per no mirar enrere, voler obrir-los per mirar endavant.
Però si tanques els ulls no pots enfrontar. I ara l'únic camí és enfrontar, enfrontar, enfrontar...