front of my eyes Turns The beginning of a new era is approaching in the horizon left behind
days and nights and warm, bright.
days burned by fires and black nights without moon or stars
leave my presence in the retinas forgotten one day of uncertain date
leave my childhood memories stored in the drawer of that cabinet forgotten
In attic are my days adolescence.
If any of my property could be here
will fade with the winds of September,
with those breezes that bring kites and away rain.
be forgotten in any corner perhaps some memory
trying to pretend that I'm here.
many days and nights
accumulated in these walls have been few emotions in between these bricks?
few words will echo in still other eardrums?
Every inch of this place is a witness of my days
of my months and my age.
of my many hopes and delusions.
the grass growing, these plants dormant and extinct flowers
summers, autumns, winters and springs.
All those years go here ...