"You are the universe in ecstatic motion"

at last Friday.. that day my beloved cousin and me, got a long walk, drink some beers, share thoughts and secrets, yell in the middle of the road i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream
how many stories could these ruins confess?
creating all the stories in my head, imagining figures entering the old stores, walking through the doors, living and loving.
Now only closed windows, faded wall prints from old ages and ancient greek gods waving to us
le voyage dans la lune