Sayings of Vasilio

Something feels different tonight. Passing vehicles as if closed about a celebration. Congestion in the city center is no longer caused by the density of vehicles, but by the many memories that are passing by along the way.

Tonight's cold wind blows as if conveying the message that there is a celebration in every corner of the city. The city lights are dim, the stars are glistening, and the moon behind the sea of clouds is ready to accompany all the crowds. The memories are busy passing by, preparing a nostalgic banquet at the farewell celebration. The sad song is heard in every corner of the city, as a goodbye or sees you again to everyone who enjoys it. The sound of fireworks echoes the rhymes of loss as a farewell gift tonight.

I pull over to the corner of the city, where the shadow of memories will not be able to chase me as far as the eye can see. Meanwhile, in other parts of the city, they try to probe in all directions, refusing to talk about why they are alone, while people ga