It is possible to fall in love with a place at first sight
From the first time I came there
I fell in love with this place
Where I always get the peace that I need.
I needed to find a refuge-
My certainties were simply my uncertainties,
Until I met you.
I come to tell you my pain.
As I would say to my mom:
A pathetic but comic refuge.
You are the only interpreter of my silences,
of painful impotence.
My dad says I spend a lot of time with you.
My mom says I'm always sad when I'm with you.
My brothers think I'm depressed because I visit you.
And you, you say nothing.
Because you understand me. You are different too!
The hours pass, the days pass.
These become night and I still got this feeling.
You remind me of my previous lives where I was unhappily happy.
October 8th, the leaves of your trees fall, different colors:
Yellow, brown, red, orange ...
The wind caresses my skin and reminds me of the tea country.
You transport me into a state of melancholy and nostalgia.
January 8th, the light snowflakes fall so silently.
The whispered snowstorm that gives way to sadness and reminds me of the town of Cervantes.
Still in melancholy and nostalgia.
April 8th, new green shoots smoky green, the clouds pass over the youth field ...
I see the leaves trembling, the fresh rains of April.
You remind me of "Pacific pearl".
There is memory, but not nostalgia
...
October 8th, beautiful autumn leaves.
Yellow ones, dries, romantic ones. They fall around:
Wrapping me in silence, bandaging my heart
Healing that wound and massaging the pain.
I don't know if I will live a fifth life, but if I do, I would like to remember you.
You, who listened to me in the silence of pain.
There is memory but not nostalgia.
There is no pain but the wound that will heal.
There is hope in this jungle that rushes me.
And all, thanks to you. To you, dear friend, little sun radiant in the dark.
