Tuesday, September 30, 2003
His face was full of wrinkles...When I touched them, I traveled through life. I studied every little line on his hands; feeling them completely on the tip of my smooth fingers... Those lines took me into life, passed me through all the stages, made me see and intoxicated me...It was during one of those trips, I have lost my youth...somewhere...at some irreversable place...
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