9.7.11

I liked it when you were beside me.
You taught me how to be myself with you.

I don't recognize my eyes in the mirror when I'm not in love.

I thank God for having known you.

I miss playing piano with you, being quiet....
The jazz, the coffee...

Looking at you in the living room,
singing behind.

Said I, many times,

Love is illusion.


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