"You know Ireland?-
No. And yet, what memories!"
There are phrases like that. Depending on whether or not it is ready to respond, they will pierce you or scotchent. It started running through my head, with such aplomb of evidence, that I could only try to let lurking in your home.
There are places in which we discover at first glance they carry your memory, it was these books that are course.
There are all these songs, these pieces which the source reveals the warm registered in us as in invisible ink, tattoo invisible emotion finally appointed. The tables that look and say, shit, I lived there, I still am.
And then we stop these people so quickly staring to go ambling with them, surely, without haste and without warning, because basically, we know them very lengthy. Because it takes only a few words to stretch a grammar common merely dormant for want of employment.
"You know Ireland?-
No. And yet, what memories!"
Does this phrase has not always been?
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