On a rainy day
I just came to remember my old room in Salamanca, on rainy nights when I couldn’t sleep I would just sit on top of my desk with the window open, listening, smelling. Being in a moment that can’t be described, that can’t be found in any picture or movie. I had a lot of those nights. Thinking, just sitting there. It brings back a lot of memories that can’t be described, that can’t be understood. I loved being in that moment, and sometimes when I’m sad – I know that I’ll never get it back. I wonder if the memories will ever fade away?