“Without you, I would live, yes. But it would be me without myself. ”
Cineas Santos

This text could also be called "before nostalgia".
Because before nostalgia i was just me.Then, came the "myself"
Before I missed you and me, the subjective self, which was objective before you ... 
I was someone else before I missed you. I think that longing came when time and hope met. 
Before I missed you, my feelings were forming, then they were actually born.
After I missed you, I was limited, but something was missing.
 It lacked the infinite feeling that nostalgia provides.
Before the infinite nostalgia, the lack was an orphan without name. 
Then he was baptized. Homesickness is like a beloved adopted child, who we can no longer 
live without.
In nostalgi, everything is eternal, as it always gains new breath.
Nostalgia, before you, yearned to be in the dictionary close to the word health.
The nostalgia, before you, was crawling, it was called will and wanted to grow up to follow you.
“Myself” does not conjugate a verb. Even because homesickness does not combine, it just feels.
I love, but it is in "myself" that the passion appears. I get sad, but it is in "myself" that tears come.
 I get angry, but it is in "myself" that I explode.
 I sleep, but it is in "mylself" that I dream. It is in “myself” that nostalgia breathes and lives. 
It is in "myself" that love swims, within nostalgia.

February 2016