Many are the times when I feel nostalgia ... Nostalgia that time,
of those places,
of those moments ..
Of that love ..
Sometimes I think back to the place, and I have
fear. I know everything
will be different ...
I know that people find,
to places,
to the corners,
to flowering trees to verdedas
worn by time.
to everything I have in my mind.
But ... will be different ...
because even if I sit on the bench, and look
the balcony ..
we can no longer find you and me.
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