The Corruption Of Memory
There are moments from childhood that became adulterated by time,
There are moments from childhood that became adulterated by time,
in that place where reality and imagination cohabit. And as we grow old,
doubt invades. A feeling kept in an instant, experienced only in a dream.
However the image lives on in our memory, under our skin, it's not important
what really happened. This lie or disfigured truth it's part of us, of our history.
