When our hearts beats in different rhythm
And the days are not so kind
Breath slow. It always helps
Speak low when you speak love...*
And all the many insignificant things we did shall be erased.
I will be forgotten, along with all my ill qualities.
You will be remembered, my calm river.
And the curtain descends.
Our swift daylights our long nights.
So maybe time will heal us again
The air will blow softly and the rain will once more
fall gently.
*after Don Pedro "Much Ado About Nothing"-William Shakespeare
