Of all stories and fables the clearest one is the tale of the last days. Long ago I settle in this town, never wonder why, guess I felt attracted to the twinkling lights in the hills, it was like a never ending summer love. Of all lives lived not in one I could make my myself write, I ungratefully remember now that I've left, that my existence was a mere act of contemplation, it is how I faced the port.
Friend, it is not just the ocean I say goodbye, also to you and the now and the bubble of present time happiness. I do not forget the first time we met, how much I thought yo'll pass by my life, another expendable character, how wrong I was, finding the memories of the sun burning our backs, the rain creating music in the roof and the chin chin of the wine glasses, nights of conversations and tabaco.
Give me alcohol and something to smoke, we could find meaning in life, solve the problems of the world or dive into the pool of our own shit. We explored the deep dark side of our souls, not being afraid of speaking the truth, yet so many were hidden in the corners of the heart.
My friend, do not forget that ours was a time of honesty, that the existence of it, talks about the kindness of the world. The laughter fills the void, the obscure thoughts took shelter, a fortress of memories we built and such a fine one, all that I share.
Will meet again in another balcony, looking at the boats of future memories, another fog will cover the trip and another port will welcome us again.
I am so happy I could not write a funny story to cover my sadness, that I'll leave it for next time, for now just an embrace, cheers with a glass of wine, a cigarette in the rain and a promise I'll see you again.
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