The big trees along the road were plenty of dark green leaves. The shadows were enormous ghosts running in front of the car… the last news told about a dangerous accident in this same road, near the village I have just crossed. Everything was running equally…
My thoughts were travelling in a high speed as well as my car… and I could not forget the reason why I was going to that place…
Some years ago I did the same trip for the first time… He was in that small town and I could not be without him any longer… but… I have not met him again… Only his spirit was there…
From that August on I travel to that place every year, to cry, to take him back to my life…
Only the trees and their shadows are the same …
05.08.05
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