Nostalgia always comes on time, visits me when I’m alone. She sits on my lap and caress my tears, at least when I let them out.
Nostalgia enchants me with her innocent eyes, makes drawings in the air of every sign of life. She takes my hand and gently takes me to remember her majestic light.
But I can’t stay too long. The best of this misery is that it is mine.
Nostalgia, I give you a kiss on your lips. Nostalgia, good bye.