That old dusty knowledge
from the reliable things
testemonies, old recipes
and not growing serenities.
The mainstream legend
as become nothing but a story.
Wish I was back in the days
we easily shared words like – sorry
Memory boxes all over the place
all those papers and objects that I keep
clues of others, figures of me
diving into shameless. All too deep.
Back in the days
I was learning how to walk
and walking was easy
Now, maps and new roads
make other step seem to greedy.
Back in the days
where that sweet home wasn´t away
cozy blankets and hot chocolate
used to make my day
Today is just the same house,
same beds, same cups
not the same faces, other shoulder
Wish I was back in the days life was slower.
And it all seemed like a repeating song
which I cannot/ never would be tired of
murmuring sweat voices my years collect.
My closing eyes see. Clearly. So soft.
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