Good morning, I'm afraid.

Time isn't our enemy but sure knows how to defeat us.
I've been held by the present so many times, while waiting and waiting, but suddenly these last days, I started to feel warm. Really warm. I'm starting to smell nice again, so they say.

Mina where are you?
Kissing cows? Embracing clouds?
I've been smiling to their shoes dressed as a trendy rocker, looking fat, drinking cheap beer in a plastic cup that looks like glass.

Baby please, please hurry.
I've been waiting for this to happen for such a long time.