My mind has cleared a little; I’ve regained some instincts and associations, echoes of the Living world if not actual memories. Those I still have to steal.
Her father’s shadow looked sadly down at her. “You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won’t forget your war either.
Daily life is an ongoing adaptation process of imprinting our memory’s storage center with useful data and the ceaseless expurgation of undesirable facts, exfoliation of destructive thoughts, and weeding out annoying emotional quirks that seemingly sprout out of thin air.
A zephyr skimmed
across my creamy skin
where the sun had been….
Have You Prayed
There were some memories, though, that never faded.
You can’t love a city if you have no memories burried there.
Sometimes a perfect memory can be ruined if put to words.
No existen recuerdos más activos y vigorosos que aquellos que se esconden detrás del velo misterioso de la amnesia.
You are young,” replied Athos, “and your bitter memories have time to change into sweet ones.