I remember these long sleepless nights, all these thoughts whispering and screaming in my head, all of these memories, fading, day after day.
And I remember your face. Or ... do I ?
Somedays, it was harder than usual, not remembering your smell, your hands, all these smiles falling in the movies inside my thoughts, and it was pain to find out my life was swallowed by the clouds.

But every bit of these memories are stronger than any drug to me.
Like walking in the streets, early in the morning, feeling the chaos waking up, the noises and people madness.
Coming out of my place, blinded by the sun light, smoking a cigarette, slowly, and then, another one.
Looking at the trains waltz from my balcony, the wind bringing all the city words to my ears. Witnessing the exhaustion of suits going back home to their closet, the first seconds of roses raising through the concrete, and the breathlessness.

This album is dedicated to all these little things that bring me back to life everyday, which help me get through the restless nights, through the big waves crushing on my shore. I have learned to find small pieces of happiness in everything I can and I wish for you to master that craft a little more everyday, all your life, like I hope I will.