Everything that we were, we are and will be, always comes to me between twenty and twenty blocks, it is a circle in a knot that turns me into ghosts at every moment of my life.

I am eternally remembering all that we were in the midst of fights and battles, I find ourselves between hugs and reflections of glances.

In every opportunity that I miss you, I hear the three knocks on the door and we are in every intoned word and every wrong road taken.

I cannot free ourselves from the middle where we were and I think I know that that is because what we were and will be, what is the beginning and the end, I will always protect it in the vault of my last breath.

Ta.