26 August 2008

Memories are going pale


"I went there by myself, took a train and arrived a couple of hours earlier just to feel the city’s atmosphere which I love. I was sitting on that famous marketplace waiting for someone I hadn’t seen in years but felt for very long months.
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"We shook hands for a goodbye."

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"I felt like a lover. Like a lover who is needed only sometimes."

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