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— What time is it now?
+ You, I said. Your laughter then, is our time. The glimpse of your eyes, when I forget the gleam, I watch you to impress me. Your wrist rests on me, your sweet palm, so that no hour becomes meaningless, useful, or valuable. The lungs of your laughter over the trivialities of the story, and your remembrance of things that did not happen, and your strict faith in their occurrence, while the hours of my night, paved with the moments of flowing with you, in the streets of the city, we praise the days of nostalgia.