15/09/2021
ing with the coldest breezes, for the softest moon on my mind always, may you be fine if I wake or sleep. When evening comes and the spectrum of those we love or cherish, they were loved ones or friends, close but hard to reach, far away, fate has taken them cruelly from us, trembling in our hearts and their memory is indelible. The evening of the sweet word, the evening of love without limits, the evening that smells of coffee, and its taste with sweetness is knotted, its to
