We killed it and now its time to bury it; time to hide for good any evidence or reminder of our crime so our souls might kept a little peace for the rest of the journey.

We had something precious and vulnerable, we were given a gift but we-with no pity or mercy- with no plan nor pondering possible consequences-, destroyed it

We killed it and we both know it. There is no going back, no forgiveness nor amendments to do. Nothing that could be possible cleaned or corrected.

No tender farewells no hope for someday

We have to hurry and complete the act. This was a murder and we were found guilty; no need to defend ourselves in front of anybody because no one but us expected justice…

Yes we were found guilty with no penalties, fees , bails or condemnation rather than memories everywhere. Scents, visions, sounds, music, presences, promises, possibilities, gestures, laughter, tears, words always present till the end of time

So before it stench gets impregnated in our breath and in our skins…lets get on with it for our sakes and bury the remains of what was once our dream...