do you remember the promises we made as children looking at the sky with the mischief of innocence

you still remember those voices that ran like horses treading on the sad

when we held hands sweating with the daring game of sympathy

where our hearts beat to the rhythm of nervous smiles and elusive looks

to the touch of the subtle skins that scraped the desires throwing them

to the random

jumping into the void of a clear sky from a cool breeze and

a glance of the eyes

do you remember the way to live without ties

surviving the bright light before the incandescent sun

before the sleepless nights

gazing at the stars and sighing at the moon.