Time is flowing merciless on my face and I’m only thinking of you. I wish it was your hand on my cheek instead.
My thoughts wander barefoot in Kasbah, on the stone stairs, in the Martyrs Square, in the port. I stop and look at the sea and I only see you everywhere. There’s no past, there’s no future, our love is always the same.
I remember what you said :
” Whenever the wind will blow, close your eyes, love, I will hold you in my arms. I’ll be there soon.”
I’m waiting, love. May you come soon. Amen
100 words, memyselfandela, 2012