For those unappreciated instants,
for those common situations,
for those underlined decisions,
for those unknown moments.
For all those unspoken words,
for those forgotten forms.
—
Montréal, 2018.
I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.
J.D. Salinger.
The things we don’t see,
first impressions,
us and the night,
tired and excited,
the air,
the smell,
the feelings.
We were there,
we were happy.
—
Rome, 2017.