The Tate conjucture


I can't promise the moon, on every dark sky of your nights,
or that your song will always be playing in your favourite bar.
I can't promise to be there, every time you go to bed hurt,
because not all hours are mine,
but you know,
with no certainty I assure you,
that with you, every day is an opportunity to be happy.
For being there even when you're not,
but most of all for always being,
wishing me well,
like I wish you,
the sun, the madness, the will.
In this uncertain path that we walk, hand in hand
It matters no more where to,
we will go. 

to my sister, with love. ♥ 

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