Time it was
and what a
time it was
it was
A time of innocence
a time of confidences.
Long ago
it must be
I have a photograph
preserve your memories
they're all that's left you.
"Soy lo que vuela, encadenadme y seré lo encadenado que vuela, matadme y seré lo encadenado, muerto, que vuela." Miguel Oscar Menassa
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