In The Wee Small Hours of the Morning
Once and again I
can’t help myself but to get pointless nostalgic. Reminiscing my cares away and
see the things that I may have missed at the time. Sometimes bitter sweet, but
always worth remembering. People from the past are slowly slipping away and I wonder
how they are. I would let them know how I appreciate them and to some that I
regret I didn’t say goodbye before I left, yet you may not know it, you are
here when I need a home. Sipping memory lane would not be as grand without you.
I
get caught up in photographs and it seems so far away, it feels like another
person lived that life a long time ago. But then, by heart I can’t forget; sunrays
on a cold day in spring, the squeaking of railways, the aroma of fresh bread, the
people and places of yesterday’s living, and moreover, I remember that we were carefree.
-Yes, I’m yearning for the good old days. Until, I realize once and again, that
life is meant to be…
Give
me the taste of some wine. Cheers!
(Good friend Viviana and yeah that’s me at Paradeplatz, Zurich)
(Good friends Beatriz and Tais)
(Tais)
(My Lil Sistah, Candy, et moi)
(Old Friend Patrick. at times friends,
at times rivals, but always made me
stronger)
(Ain’t no Playa. Juz like to Club. Old classmates Tamara, Elina, Sarah)
