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I went out into the street and the night reminded me of you. As if memories, now wet, took me back to that freshly-rained present: the sparkles on the asphalt, the anachronically-fresh air thickness, the world spinning over my head, and just ahead, a girl on a bike with love in her eyes. With love and fears; some old ones, some new. It is the last time I see her. The first and the last. The same as it is with you. The first time in many years that I see you as if it was the last time. And you both go away… and I stay, as every so often, drying my memories.

(A brief tribute to the eternity of the past)

Agustín Rodríguez Cuesta