Feeling Nowhere

A forgotten bottle of Spanish wine brings back memories. I look out the window holding my glass. Closing my eyes I breathe in the smell of my wine. It smells like home.   Haunted by my feelings, I begin to fall apart. Wet eyes full of tears are shouting that I´m wrong. I wonder why... Seguir leyendo →

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