In a moment where the moment of our moments appears,
I take a breath to celebrate the moment, and it is the moment!
I face the times which are not the moments for us, with some momentums to remember. It was a moment to remember yet can not be outcropped,
nor be turned back, for sure.
It was more than a moment only to remember, but to keep it all the time to be the spirit, to cheer the days without moments with you, with moments (not only) to remember.
With less power to walk upon, I am trying to have moments to remember all the moments of afternoon: tea, talk, kiss and love. Those are moments for me, which I am missing.


To remember the afternoon moments of me, of ours.
at the edge of one island, May 29, 2005, 11:26 A.M.