memories

We do not remember days, we remember moments. No canvas absorbs color like memory. Memories the diary that we all carry about with us. Every man;s memory is his private literature. Our memories are independent of our wills, The memory is a treasure to whom we must give funds. If we would draw the assistance we need. Memories is like a brilliant jewelry as home,but it is more beautiful, a thousand times more true. the richness of life lies in many memories we have forgotten. Memory is hunting horns whose sound lies on the wind. A man's real possesion is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor without memories.