“las personas que amas se vuelven fantasmas dentro de ti y así los mantienes en vida”
I think of all the people I have touched and those who have touched me. Their memories swirl in my brain, clear or distorted, but they are there. Especially, those I have loved-whom I still love because they shared something special with me. The beauty doesn’t go away. Ghosts.
Yet, I am always surprised when someone keeps the ghost of me in them and the call from the blue confirms their memories. It never fails to amaze and make me smile. You never know how you will touch someone.