Emotion in the glance and hope in the smile, urgent the feeling of seeing you again. Waiting and thoughts, without sadness and with light, it might be you. Imposible to hide the end of my waiting when I see you , imposible to keep it inside without showing you, and convince me I carry you inside. Even if I try to pretend, and even if it is a lost game, futile effort, you can’t know the time your memory invades, awakening my feelings.
The diary of a heart in a typewriter