I listen Joe Satriani, I listen to your mexican music and I still miss you.
Your picture is standing there on my desk wishing to have someone like you. I see it everyday and smile, thinking about the good times.
The connection still alive... I read our conversations, the old and new emails and I understand that it's not our time... you know it well... time is wise.
Meanwhile my heart still standing at the other side of the world. Santo Loco.