There was a time when there were no messages, but looks that said everything, when there were no likes, but people knew each other and greeted each other on the street.
There was a time when advice from friends was better than any Google search and a grandparent's story was truer than any Wikipedia reference.
There was a time when there were no emails and WhatsApp, but you received notes, postcards and love letters.
A time when no one insulted you,
hidden in the anonymity of a social network,
and the bar of an inn was the place where people discussed things with arguments, with respect and over a glass.
There was a time when people still...
looked unedited, in which there was no Photoshop or filters and it was only the years that ensured that wrinkles were drawn.
Yes, I miss those days when everything was simpler, more real and our hearts vibrated and not our phones.
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