1.9.8.3

I have always raced through life
Hoping to catch d answers on d way
But only I crossed countless questions
A question to question... suffocates
I tried to steal life forwarding
But slowly it pulls me backward
I flee d scratches in my hand
So clearly I can read my palm
Thirteen, Eighteen come Twenty-two
Older years denied long confusion
But when I thought I never understand life
It drives on to understand my ways

repost fr previous date : tinikyzda 9/3/2006 - tinikyzda 9/3/2006 -

Hasta La Proxima Vez

A nostalgic feeling over last night's dinner with my "best" bestfriend. Then on the next table one of the cast of x-men (trying to cover-up his face with the table glass divider) with his then girlfriend wannabe, but now his gotta-be wify..Plus our winning over those mouth watering cravings --, and just eat as in FOR ME was "a lot" more.. Ending our night from those old rhyming stories of so seven years way back.




The sad thing is that we need to say goodbye, so to end the night.


... days really went so fast... that in whatever way we catch things up and after all the scratches we made, we still find our selves in a new horizon and each leading to different path.


But, what's good with this goodbye is that we're given a chance to say "Hi" again,,,


For, as both of us would always say before (and as always).. Hasta La Próxima Vez!

(-_-)