Ricardo Flores Biography

Images were the only thing we knew from each other,
as if two shadows passing by at an exact moment,
but was not forgettable.
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We had spoken once,
getting to know each other.

That was the best time of my like,
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Invite me to your memory,
I wish to know you.
Let the wind comfort,
let me be your comfort.
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where am i?
I am nowhere.
I see nothing,
I feel nothing,
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Love is like the wind.
It comes for a while, but it passes through.
It makes you feel better when it's too hot out,
but then you burn again.
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