The speed of sound, light, the images of the bikes, the wind of everything that happens in a year, your memories and mine. The speed of the kisses that we knew and that we have not, this may be slow.
The speed they walk in streets of other countries, the looks, the conquest of a powder, of love and heartbreak, this is still slower than the kissing.
And the speed of my heartbeat and how it changes, to see you, to see you, to feel, to feel or just to look around a village to which I belong and I do not. The speed of pain, is very quick.
And the speed of silence? I present to you ...
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