Hello fellow steemians!
Another tiring day passed. The night began to once again close the black velvet curtains, on the windows of the earth and brings the darkness. At this time I need as ever a strong drink and I have a desire, with low lighting in my home office, to listen to the music I was listening to in my teenage years. I know that, as I enjoy the drink and the music with closed eyes, memories will come and they will ask me to play again a tough game of poker... this happens every time without distinction, when the video of my mind begins to show up old images. I know in the first place that, I will lose the game but I accept. As the hot drink streams in me and warms me up, I realize that, once again I lost the game because my memories touch me but I smile with complacency because I just know that, these memories are my own childrens, is my life. ..... yes...... and I know deep inside me that, indirectly I won again, because all this..... is my own past! ..... that's the life!
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