Saturday, January 23, 2016
Hungover On Memories Comments
Rating: ★4.5
I breathe the crisp cold air into my lungs
Snowflakes gently falling from the sky
I think of all the adventures and songs we sung
I sip on my coffee and reminisce on the moment we said goodbye
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3/2/2026 8:35:55 PM # 1.0.0
THESE PAST TWO WEEKS WERE A WORK OF ART - What a positive view of life! It reminds me of Octavio Paz saying the goal of surrealism was to turn poets into living poems; but you don't burden it with intellectual baggage - it's all delightfully spontaneous. I lived the event through your words - good company, good wine, good touch - and then the aura of memory to extend the experience - We live three times - in time, in memory, in art.