On the walls the memories sleep

On the walls the memories sleep. Pinned, arranged well. Framed So well.For better falling asleep. Bordered of dust. Listening To their prayers. Under the factitious suns of a pretense of cemetery. Memory not to cry more. Hope not to forget. Who is erased slowly. So peacefully. When come the nights each day. Awake the increasingly remote following days. In turn. At the point. To see to disappear the memories. Hanging up again itself with executives, photographs by imagining an eternity. Completely manufactured. Ridges of dried tears, confusions. Truncated images of a shoddy past. Falling into the lapse of memory from a passion. Leaving only one scrap of shivers. Awaking sometimes in front of the cold glance of a yellowed photograph. Pointing Out the old horizons. Facts of joys, cries. Beats of the life. One day extinct in an ultimate pression.