Erte,seducción,erotismo en vintage..

One day I'll leave, without saying anything; there won't be a goodbye, nor a last hug; I won't leave a kiss stuck on the window, nor give another turn to leave some memory. I'll leave. I'll take what little of me you barely know, but that was enough for you. I'll put the music I listen to in a box, and those books I repeat over and over again, yes... those that still don't have anything written down. I won't leave a dedication on a paper, less a poem hanging, in the ceiling of the room. It will be sudden, like lightning, that illuminates and goes away. So if you want today, hold onto what you can, what you want, what you desire, if you yearn for me. Tomorrow, it's possible... That I won't be there.