I put the song and I'm staring at the cassette. Begin the early stages and looking you please be patient.
just the chorus and in that moment, you feel compelled to say something, no matter what very well, and it does it will be something trivial and I feel misunderstood.
incapable of understanding that I will be for you only two minutes of an unknown song and a song can not get into your heart and pull the spring awakened a childhood memory, an experience and yellowing of the time, a sense of perfect summer afternoon, possibly never existed such and as I am recalling, because each invocation is being rewritten, rounding, polishing.
That wonderful feeling you'll be locked inside me and I wring the need to share with you, fall to pieces, spit photos or a film at the navel.
Later I resign and accept the reality, and cause a hole in my attic for a box full of snakes, which will be reserved for me.
Thus the space for common memories, those that are stored in duplicate, awaiting the time needed to hatch within us so that, when least expected, a stupid song makes them into resonance.
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