Shortcuts of a bargain

When my memory works I usually go back. Going back as in a movie. We go comfortably to our living past.
And it´s living because we´re alive. Shortcuts of tiny memories invade my mind and all sort of good things make me smile.

A piece of me wants to stay there but it´s not possible. I want to bargain with my mind another of those moments. She does not answer.

And I found myself trapped in a museum
And a painture is contemplating me