I am in a hurry to move.

"The last time I trod shipwrecks, you put me a bell on the lap and you told me: You'll never know if it is of sheep or of snake. But it is the love."

I remember you in the last autumn.

"You are sad, you don't understand you,

you are angry with the calendar

but Sundays are not to blame.

Anytime is good time to dream about traveling with me

and washing the face to sadness

You have too much rancor."

The true is that I don't hold grudges

for lack of space

I decided not enlarger the pain,

I don't want it.

Maybe months pass

and you remind us,

like two rainy days of autumn,

like a romance book,

like an inspiration,

or maybe I will remember things

I've forgotten.

I walk away from you.

You don't forget me,

Don't forget, and don't talk to me,

I am in a hurry to move.

M.