a long long time ago br i agree with you br is a long long time ago br things perish br and those fragile like porcelain br shatter into negligible pieces br and on the ground br everything may cover and conceal br like the grass br or the dust or even a heap of leaves br and i br on this day of our meeting may also pretend br that those of the past br are of the past br and shall no more arise and be ghosts that shall br haunt me br but no, you are face to face with me and we do not mention br the word about it br yet the lines of our thoughts show br on the eyebrows br and they speak about the pain br the broken piece br staying like a thorn, a fish bone, br it is still refusing to leave br and you are scratching it br wanting for curebr br RIC S.