segunda-feira, maio 24, 2010

My old and missed Ulisses

We all walk different paths in life, some are more exciting than others, but perhaps in the end we all end up in the same road we started.

May 18th.

I wanted to write, like I do every year, but I didn’t know what to write. The only thing I know is that four years have passed… and there’s not a single day that I don’t remember you, your laugh, your advices. There’s not a single day that I don’t miss you.