There is no more date to recall

So far a long time there is more date to recall. A long walk which did not finish any. Wind, rain in this evening of summer. A surprise, a time that one did not wait. Trailing tired in the streets exhausted. Not knowing more if it were necessary to rise or to lie down. One evening or can be one small hour. Without reference mark in one day without end. Clinging in long vaporous sons. With the light illuminant two in love. Intertwined, clinging not to fall. Devouring eyes. Wrapped only in the luminous halation. We passed looking at them liking. It was us formerly, so for a long time there is more date to recall. What can I reproach you? What can I assume? The routine, the monotony manufacturing of bad stinks. Damaged taste of these damaged memories. Sometimes means this song pointing out this nostalgia. Hours to be discovered, years to be quivered while projecting itself towards the infinite one. Softness, tenderness before rancour. The arrival of the autumn, first tears. There are the dead leaves falling from the tree which sheltered us. The first signs which we enter our past. That we manufactured. Nobody with whom to be caught some, just us to blame. Embarked in the galley of our errors. Leaving behind the luminous halation. Its in love, their happiness. Forgetting what we liked. So far a long time there is more date to recall.