I remember all the dates and moments with you coffee afternoons, crazy nights that always ended well. After all, I depend on you almost every day, on you that have been good for me as well as bad.. on you that made me live on a cloud. I can't stop reading Neruda's Poem 20 tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, "the night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."
You know, if we fell down it was because we had been clouds, that song was made for me! I think.. I think that I expected too much from you.
My blackberry red light is flashing, that you want to see me?..