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Rain like music, chords, songs, books of poetry, books of adventure stories that make you travel in time.
They evoke memories, images, people that you keep in your heart, those moments that become so present that they seem to come alive again...
Memories linked to music, to the rain, to those books of magic words of poetry are never forgotten, they are dormant, asleep, entrenched in our memories.
When those beautiful moments that pass, rumble in one, like thunder sounds, time is paralyzed, because you are lethargic in that instant of your memory, it makes you travel to that memory, to that person, to that place or moment.
A landscape of a field in summer, the parties with the people you love, the laughter among friends, a first date that you can not get out of you, it is installed as if forever, a stolen kiss, or the first kiss, a get-together at dawn, or the end of school dance at school.
All these beautiful, simple and simple things catch me between memories, they make me happy, it is as if they were passing slides through my thoughts, they make me smile.