North London

He reminded me of you, but he was old, dinamic and alive, but two generations older, he wrote the hitchicker’s guide to the gallaxy i heard. I remember his movement, think of you very old, smoking and praying. Tears come to me for the time we spent on that hall, i didn’t spoke much, i was still under the effect of lost city rambling. I wish i could be with you ever like two brothers, in the name of our silences … Snow Patrol album was out, ironic .. do we really have to go, we will make it anywhere … light up like if you have a choice, even if you can not hear my voice i will be right beside you dear…


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