The memory Whenever a memory came to my mind I used to grasp a sense of the moment in the past. It could be a smell, a song, a person or a certain landscape. It all came back to me at no time. Then, i… more →
freedom for The Mind!Alberto wrote 1 year ago: Where is He now? Is He in a deserted beach again? Does He try to find me? Does He feel the heat of t … more →
Alberto wrote 1 year ago: The memory Whenever a memory came to my mind I used to grasp a sense of the moment in the past. It c … more →