Instants
Instants in which we were everything, we were the fire of a passionate love, consuming everything at our pace and in an instant not even the ashes were left.
We were eternity together, even if only for a moment and now every moment of solitude, seems like an eternity.
You are present, in those moments, in the middle of a conversation, in the middle of a smile, a tear, a dream and between those instants I look for the moment in which I will live again.
-Habacuc Márquez.