(We attach pictures, sounds, songs or melodies with emotions and we sow these pieces of ourselves on the banks of the stream of our life like small packets intense and fragile; Withering nature takes us whatever we do and sometimes we turn to cry, regret or bitterly smile and counting the melancholy substance indefinitely seeping from our human condition; Memories fade away though a simple glow can revive them for our huge despair; before this fact how we couldn't suffer from ultimately being candles with wax thoughts on a drifting barque.)
Rethink of what we were and what we felt at a moment in our lives will always be painful, constantly reminding us that we are moving towards a certain death. We'll live times no less intense, but each associations of images, sounds, smells ... therefore formed by our senses and the analysis of this experience, so each association is unique, and once gone won't reappear ever; only debased memories remain which inevitalby twist the heart.
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