So much was left in that book

So much was left in that book
that we call the body
and in my mind I still relive
great events
Great
Yes, all of them very big!
perhaps small in time
but their penetrating traces
prevail,,,, I still feel them
Everything is written here
in my book of memories
to remember the same ones
sometimes my book ''I leaf through''.
Although now they are worn out
inexorable is time
Tattered but not forgotten!!!
because I often read them
And when I read them, it is obvious
that in my face I manifest
all that I have enjoyed
and the occasional suffering
Those are the salt of life!
that will be there every day
beautifying my time.