Momentum

It was a cold winter's night and we were up late, us 4, in a secluded pub on an unfamiliar street. We talked and talked and talked for hours and it was during one of those heavy conversations we made ourselves stumble upon carelessly, a topic which mustn't be left lingering alone in the unknown premises of others to discover. However it indeed did, coincidentally.

And that's when you uttered,
those words of spontaneity.

"Look at her eyes.
You can imagine what she's been through."

Up until now Pedro Soler, you have no idea how those words are kept dear to me in the pits and crevices of my soul. Pedro, te adoro.