Forgotten Times

In a milkshake a color whirl to form a tunnel to another place. Alternate the present? Past? Future? I do not know, but even if I have to fall tunnels and dimensions, verses universes, but still you seek to be part of my life, even doing some forgotten times, part of my soul where I hold you in my dreams, waiting for each pique your hug and your real kiss. (Rafael Piovesan)