No matter the time of day to write to you with my hands, with my feet, with my tongue, with my eyes, with my whole being. Time feels incapable to interrupt the time, when it reaches our eternity. You still remain in that first kiss who refuses to die in his agony. I feed on those irretrievable traces; powerful reason for before, during and after. From the memory that is present and, when it comes to the truth disappears into the light.
For all my english followers. 😉