FIELD OF MEMORIES
I close my eyes and it's like a vague, indefinite research.
It’s an emotion from the past, blurred, imprecise, in motion.
It's like writing a short film in non-places of the mind: the stage changes, disconnected visions talk together.
This suspended atmosphere confuses and cuddles me, when I think I've grabbed it, it escapes me again.
Memory, here you are, you are just like I remembered!