极光之雾

The memory, the recall and the melancholy cover when the dawn of our days with the mist of the alba. Are just those vague moments to the idle that us induce to the self-absorption and to the abstraction, which emerge when the bittersweet mantle covers our palate and it near us is unknown and indifferent. "The remote reminiscent of those evoked moments, intimate us screaming recover our memories and not others who were sheltered from the damp heat of autumn refuge of the countenance of days of rejoicing"Leaden days of rain awaken the alba with the pale colors of the cold"