That Year, the Poet I Loved, the Boy I Loved

That year, the right time, the right people. The boy I love, do you know that I have spent a whole summer missing your face, and I have spent a whole period of youthful, yet purest and most precious years loving you. A story about rock and roll, poetry and youth. To commemorate the state of mind during the two periods when I wrote this article. (((I feel like I'm being pretentious - -... Be careful!! This is the story of a young literary boy with bad grades in liberal arts who still insists on studying liberal arts and a rebellious boy with excellent grades who only listens to PUNK... What a stupid introduction... Intention: