It is the day to day. Elastic time, infinite and tricky. There are hours and days beyond eternity fleeting, elusive and quick to leave some memories. I have to wait. I have to go and so I deny or do not have the courage to do so, I continue even if I stop. The temporary and sometimes fades impetuous bursts. The evening always comes. The sun always rises. And tangled in the sheets, I open my eyes, breathe, and I know that I am continuing with life.
José Roberto Coppola
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