• Black Magic Woman

It was January when you were coming back to me, four months after we stopped speaking to each other. /getting no news are sometimes good news! Right?/ It was a long cold magic weekend. Eighteen emails were sent during two days to cross the ocean to get closer to each other, and the icicles started to melt on both poles of the Earth with the help of some global warming. Still all was white outside. The snow covered all the bad memories. Maybe you just wanted to change the last picture and I probably wasn’t quite aware of it into what I let in myself, but I tried to trust you again. To forgive and to forget. /it isn't always about?/

SANTANA • BLACK MAGIC WOMAN

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