I published “Little Notes”, as always you can listen to it on YouTube:

We used to write these little notes
In your grandma’s garden
Now sometimes novels are too short

I wonder if that metal box
Still patiently awaits new folded memos
Behind the wall next to the rose bush

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We wrote of sorrows, wrote of joys
Never of our dreams
Never of how ignorant we were

I wish I could go back to read
These youthful memories
That never saw the sun