“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over.
But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, “Kafka on the shore”.
You’re right.
These were the perfect minds,
the warmest hearts,
the highest dreams
and even the best ideals.
Our bodies matched in overnight choreographies only interrupted by the office
and our wings promised
true spread interstellar trips.
However, darling,
we never took into account
that Murphy, the Lawmaker, is implacable:
This so perfect us
shined in excess in different life time zones.
Letras de Cactus 