<sup>Siempre tuve algo por las cosas que acaban rápido.
Las cosas que después de utilizadas
Después de listas
Se guardan, se van, desaparecen.

La comida, los platos sucios, los rompecabezas.
La memoria.
Vos.

Que te acabaste tan rápido.
Que fuiste menos que un instante.
Que con lo que viniste, te fuiste.

Como mi pasta preferida
Te ingerí.
Te acabe.

Y te fuiste.

Siempre tuve un cierto algo por las cosas que acaban rápido.
Una obsesión.</sup>

The weight of memory, such a heavy weight.

Sometimes, most of the times, even a burden.

Memory plays ^tricks on you though.

More often than not, it stops completing its simple jobs of forgetting.

Its simple task of eradicating.

Avocado Sandwiches

^{You always made avocado sandwiches without any salt.
I always complained, knowing that sodium makes your heart go weak.
My heart has gone weak.
And I'am wondering if it's because of all the salt I have eaten when I'm not with you.
Because this is what not being with you does.
So this salty note is for you.
For the one I always miss.
The one I'll always miss.
Even when I'm with you, I miss you.
Miss the moments I know won't last forever.
Miss the words that would come out of your mouth,
Directed to me,
Most of me
Me who wants to selfishly spen every breathing minute with you,
You
who forgets the salt.}