I am thinking about
what should I write
about you. Nothing comes
to mind. I am sitting down
right now trying to think
what should I say about you.
You have done so many things
that now that I have the opportunity
to write something about you
absolutely nothing comes to mind.
I wonder why I cannot even picture
your face. You may have
done something that touch me so much
that erase my memory about you.
I hope that is not the case, but
I tell you that I am talking about
you... I don't know who you are.