I started forgetting her. I don't know how she looked like, not very well.
Years blew over.
I remembered her when I picked up this book.
Like an unread inland letter, Like a speechless play,
Like the calmness in the deep ocean, Like an unknown desert,
Like a window opened to eternity, Like a back door retreat,
Like a tremble in the breeze, Like a reflection in the mirror,
Like a silent song, Like the beauty of shh,
Like the lesion of my heart, Like a fallen leaf in spring...
Like an aviated bubble, which bust in mos.
Salvo. Aggh, the first love.
I remember very well.
Conversation were minimal, we liked it that way.