Selfish memory

I’m going to be selfish 

Do you remember that time…

We were going to go out, I don’t know where maybe to grab a coffee or drink beer, we were going to do something, but I don't remember what. 

Yet I still have: The green leaves on the Chacabuco square, the red and yellow swings, people going back to their homes and you waiting for me because I had gone for a walk and I was going to arrive on time but not the late minutes that you were used to, from there, I don’t know. 

We had Palermo to walk around to burn the soles of our shoes, you had an easy smile, cautious jealousy and knew how to lied sweetly. 

Once we started walking we didn’t know when to stop and we were always arguing about something and every corner has a moment where we almost made it. 

I know we went to the cinema, that we saw something foreign, we laughed at all the wrong moments and my hand wanted to hold yours. We saw the titles until our eyes became red and when we walked out our arms were intertwined. 

I remember that in a small square we parted ways and I had the passion to tell you that I loved you, but you had smooth lips and quick arms to catch everything in my throat.

I remember that the streets had the smell of rain, burn cigarettes and there was not much to not notice. I was walking at a brisk pace because I still remembered your neck thrown back, your fingers touching the walls and your walking that was point and talon. 

Because I know it sounds obsessive I better say: I remember your way of speaking about dead language, of your brilliant eyes every time you took a photo and who you grabbed me in every red yellow marker. 

And, yes, I admit that I had become addicted to listening to the sound of your voice but with that, I leave: Do you remember when I sat down in my balcony and thought we would live a tomorrow?

TA.