Letter speaks...

"Image draws sentiments and non-real thinks. A photo of the past has sought behind the papers of the time, but a letter appears with a rock'n roll song. After a week to try to write about the sadness to not understanding the real life, a phrase in the sky, attending the spectacular moon says that some sadness contribute to the happiness of others. Two days after the moon, the cold breeze runs a little more of the skin, could be the soul or may be the images of the past.  A conscious long time to share a rock' roll song. Not all times and all places are hot in the tropics.

Letter speaks about the transformation of the love in story. Ways flown more than walked. Moments with the value of being together. The simple words to say that in the time we are lovers however the development of the facts. Letter to recognize that the project was real and the reality allows to receive the present with an smile, without hatreds. Keeping the memory over all times to see the beautiful image one date in the present. An image transforming times in question to resolve. Answers about how the love is time at night, is sex and passion, must be dreamed phrases to describe basic sentiments to appreciate. Dreamed hours in light, in sound and in silence.

The first love in a sense, must be the only one, the true and original passion to remains among all years. Passion of the young years is passed without any alarm, searching sometimes eyes in fire or in water. For this reason, the real love remains in the nightmares and in the contemplation spaces. Times without responses or questions, moments with non-argument in words but yes in an image. The photo of the past in our minds remaining in the silence at the end of the rock'n roll song.

Three days after the week to try to write about a memory. Phrases of the real world prevent overthink and the seconds awakening in the reality of the life without any love sentiment. Silence. Cold time and sun to draw in the mountain lines to past stories. Phrases to tell that one time the original love existed and non the illusion in the mind.  As the letter in the deep of that metal box, as the image in the deep part of the heart before to arrive to the head".