Reminiscense

Memories are like salt,
they disolve while time passes,
while it rains.

You´re a weak memory,
or that´s what I want you to be.
I spent a little time with you.
Only a little, but it was wonderful.

Every time I see you
again opposite me,
my heart runs
my cheek blush.
I don´t know what happens.

It has rained a lot since then,
(I remember the breeze, beside the sea)
but I remember you to my regret.
Your salt is special, it doesn´t disolve.
At least not entirely.

And I look for the way
which is strong enough
to carry your salt far away.

But it appears again,
when I find you,
smiling to the world,
to everybody.

Except me.

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