@Nico91 14 January 2023

Let's hurry to love, people go so fast, the shoes and a dead phone remain behind them only that which is insignificant passes slowly like a snail, what matters passes in the blink of an eye, then there is an ordinary, utterly unbearable silence, like the most natural candor born of despair when we think of someone after we've lost them. Don't be sure you have time because safety is uncertain, it takes away our sensitivity like every happiness comes with sadness and joy, like two passions still weaker than one, so quickly do people leave as the thrush is silenced in July, like clumsy noise or dry reverence, to really see, we must close our eyes, although the greatest risk is to be born, not to die we always love too little and always too late. Don't write about it too often, just write once and for all and you will be like a dolphin, gentle and strong. Let's hurry to love, people leave so fast and those who do not leave do not always return and we never know how to talk about love if the first is the last or if the last is the first.