Until a year ago we weren’t so sure, either it was 5th, 6th, 7th or 8th January, two years ago. It was there where I saw you, sitting in a shore, relaxed and steadily posing for that picture that will always be in my mind. Guess I liked that freshness in your attitude, or maybe it was because you were sitting there in the edge where the ground cease to be. The fact is I found your eyes amongst the multitude. Everything else stood still and lack of importance, it was you then, my friend, and it’s you now, more than ever, my Love, my small-town girl.
I Love You, so mucho, mucho, mucho…
/cephalea 