E M P R E S S

“How it would simply be, the sea full of salt, citadel of blue, crystalline, mild avatar of waves plow the waters, its wild trembling mood, the smell of citrus and capers in the air, how your heart throbs, the liquor in your lips, your wild youth, its memories, pulsing hereafter, adding footprints in the sand.”

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain, undefinable something.

A day you and I spend laughing together is a day we will remember when we’re old, watching the sunset and getting ready for death.