I am no longer young. But I wish I was older tomorrow morning: Christmas Eve.
Go to the coast and dance like in the final scene of “The Affair.” Laughing and crying at the same time. Thinking about what I miss, what I want, and don’t have. In summary of the things and the emotions I touched in person and that I am no longer with me now.
For my mistakes or the fate of life.
I hate and love life in the same way, and now I look at the video, once again, to cry and hope. One day, on the coast, dancing gracefully waiting for everything that I miss at the moment to fall into my arms.