An unquiet heart

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The share of fugacity that inhabits reality becomes perpetual in obligation to the weight of the words that we ever said to each other. Dates that were marked as important start fading and only a few details remain permament, those thoroughly chosen.

And today, when i saw you in this ilusion of new continent, i realized that all the times we went by the same street corner without knowing each other those were all the times we were unfortunate. If it were others on this crossroad but us, i wouldn’t call it nostalgia.