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Play It Once, Sam, for old times' sake

Bring back the memories of a long-white, the time it was easy to abandon and jump without a net or support, in the well of fortune. Let me dive in its waters in search of the chimera only constrained by the law of desire, when it was easy to pursue a dream, a whisper, a voice or a look. When jumping from absolute joy to the deepest abyss seemed silly. When delivered not mean lost. When leaving was not a being outside. When everything, absolutely everything, was a great event, a movie melody accompanied by our staff, our subject. When we met our first, one and only character.

Bring it all back ... to remember, but, this time when we felt the need of big performances to the smallest gestures.

"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world
, She Walks Into Mine"

in vain to ask where were the promises, where the lies, where time we thought that the tears will never end. Where to ask ourselves why we agree on the same path. Back what is gone is like trying to capture the wind, how to prevent passing the time, lived as if everything did not exist or did not serve teacher.
agree, again, and you approach giving the same gestures, the same chimera Do not you realize? is already washed out by water from the wishing well.

's not your fault, I confess, that what we once treasured, memories became a film in black and white ... we look when we feel nostalgia, especially yourself. It's my fault, I confess, I can not pass through this life leaving the luggage at each port.

"Round up the usual suspects"

The usual suspects: the innocent look, the young heart, enthusiasm and ability all de asombrarme , los guardo para sueños nuevos. Los pañuelos salados, el desvelo insomne de recuerdos pasados, hace mucho que los tengo guardados. Cierto es que, de cuando en cuando, los tiendo al sol para que no se apolillen, para que no huelan a moho pero, especialmente, para mostrarle al silencio los fragmentos, las piezas que componen mi bitácora.

Los tiendo al sol para recordarme que no se puede darlo todo, todo el tiempo ni conformarse con menos.

"The German wore gray. You wore blue"

Hubo un tiempo de mirar la sombra de tus pasos, de escuchar tus secretos, de adivinar tu mirada. Bajo la luz azul con la que te envolvía parecías perfecto: tanto, que sólo bastaba tu presencia para iluminarlo todo; tu sonrisa paraba el (mi) mundo. Tus tormentas se antojaban realmente trascendentes y el fuego de tu ira, contenida en tu silencio, constituía la peor de las catástrofes.
Esas noches, con las sábanas de la incertidumbre cobijando mis arenas, han pasado, como ha pasado ya el tiempo en el que se representaban cuentos... son sólo recortes desteñidos por el tiempo.

No tengo nada que darte, ni deseo que ofrezcas nada nuevo.

"We ´ll always have Paris"

Siempre have something, it's true: I, how much I've learned from this meeting and you ... what do I know? not try to figure out more about your secrets. Impossible to resurrect the dead or try to believe that time only serves to leave the baggage that we carry inside.
do not know if we have grown or just we've grown old, the fact is that life without long nuances that is not part of the trunk of my desires. Now I want people, not imaginary stories.

coffee, which we must, it is best left forgotten or intended for those times when the nostalgia, of self and time that were different, we assaults between projects.

"If not for you "Milka Rabasa

If not for you
would get up early in the day and think
chores.

If not for you take care of me
dirt
that accumulates in our house
and would make the days shine
for your good, my life for my sake.

If not for you would be relegated to the sad

office to loot your pockets to buy new
DISCOUNT
and pay overdue bills.

If not for you undress me
to match your desires
and would have to eat your hours
care
clothes and pretend your youth and eternal bliss.

If not for you, oh! I appreciate how
if not for you you had the happy idea of \u200b\u200babandoning

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MILKA RABASA THANK YOU for allowing POST YOUR POEM.
PHOTOS:
Ingrid Bergman and Arthur "Dooley" Wilson / Humphrey Bogart "Casablanca" (1942). André Kertész
"Café du D ô me" (1925) Denis
Stuck "Café de Flore" (1958) Saul Leiter
Café des Deux Magots "(1959)
Lego Movie remakes Casablanca