<<Memories, especially happy ones, are like a safe place where you can take a breath of fresh air, which make you detach from breathing the polluted air of your present. For me they are a lifeline, they are something that I would never want to separate from, on the contrary they are like those movies / TV series that you would watch a billion times without ever getting tired. But I have to say that sometimes memories can be that thorn in the side; that thorn so small, but at the same time so painful, that you can't get rid of. Because memories touch you deeply; in the good and in the male. The more intense they are, the more you remember them; the bigger they are, the more your mind engages you. Memories are those videos that only the eyes record and that only the heart and mind can color. Sometimes it seems as strange as the thought we have at the moment, about that particular person or moment; can affect how we remember so much. It seems so strange how a person can be kept alive by a mere memory; from a simple video never recorded. From a mental video conditioned by affection and by the moment. From an episode that we don't even know if it will repeat itself. From an episode whose permanence is unstable or unlikely. And so... This is what memories are for me: people, moments, places; that mark you so much to the point of making you wonder if you pinned them with an indelible marker or if you simply carved them on your heart.>>
"I hope you too can find peace in your happy memories! But remember that if you live too much in the past you will stop living in your present and building your future. Have a nice day <3"
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PoetryIn this book i let my mind say what it thinks; even if it could sound like philosophic or poetic or just stupid. I mean if you don't have another better things to do... why don't read this? P.S This is not my first language so maybe i will do some g...
