We had this masculine peculiarity of making bonds in silence. Why Yasmine? Why her? Gradually this question slowly filled the car.

And in the meantime we remained standing, head up to look at it all, fascinated by this beauty. Links do not command...

The advantage with pain is that it shows us the only way to get out... reverse

She already knew that she was going to die, her beauty was so melancholy. Does she pretend? Or is she just fed up?

Accepting that time has the same value for all seemed to me the greatest compromise, we had followed this present that is moving, and all its traces that make the past...

He understood that his search was the same as for all of us, that it was excessive did not change anything. Be found.