Life is marked by the sound of our footsteps, by the beat of our heart. Time is the pulse that tells us we are alive, it is present in everything, in the patter of rain, in the noise of an engine, in the cry of a baby, on the fingers that strum the strings of a guitar, in a sore throat that makes its moans stick in my soul.

Give me time, give me the compass, steal my senses and take me to where only the heart understands.

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