Pasa el tiempo y te idealizo más
Con tus besos de virginidad
Chocolates en tu delantal
Cruzando el Parque Lezama vas
Como flota esta sensación
Se parece a este planeador
Sin embargo todo es ilusión
Un fantasma en plena transición
Y no alcanza la brisa de hoy
A empujarte hasta donde estoy
Se precisa más que un huracán
Una especie de gran aluvión...
I believe I was 19 yrs old. Couldn't tell me I wasn't grown. The whole outfit shoes included belonged to my mom lol. I don't know a soul who don't have a pic in this chair. #oldschool#backintheday#togrownformyownself
Why does reminiscing sweep us up as it does?
Sometimes I reminisce...about reminiscing. Crisp fall nights around a bond fire. Forgetting about the flames and feeling instead like you are in the presence of warmth from your neighbors.
There is something about the scene that taps into something primordial. Like a throwback to however we used to talk. This call back to how things used to be, the people that were once in our life that have moved on, when the stress we were under was no stress at all.
Whether it be memories of sadness or gleefully recalling a time when things were just different, reminiscing seems like it was meant to be bittersweet.