Italian Apartment
Capítulo III - Esperanza: oxígeno del alma
Yesterday, the past went hunting, with bullets loaded with something far more flammable and damaging than gunpowder: memories.
Memories of a time when everything was soft, white and pure. A time of warm nights full of promises; and dawns, promise of illusions.
I hope you enjoy them.
This will be the story of someone who would walk through the gates to live forever in that world that lingers between dreams and memories. In that prison - or paradise, as more naive eyes might perceive it - of oblivion where everything has happened.
