It is cloudy; the air is fresh and cool.
I ponder over the damp gray mark on the wall.
It slowly metamorphose into a face, a face I have only seen once
Yet it is permanently etched in my heart and my soul.
My heart feels warm, as if the face has spread its warmth, in an otherwise gray world.
I see colors, vibrant and I am filled with an unexplained joy: Still there is a small pain that stays: Amor mio you are so far away, I can feel you but can’t see.
The optimist time proclaims, this state is transient !!!
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