On Saturday I saw you and you are just as
but neither remembered you
much time had passed,
me that I like exaggeration, and the entire world.
I've met so many ways,
your different aspects, your many faces ...
in summer, winter, night and day ...
and I could not decide which
I like more, not tired of you,
always faithful, always in the same place
like you're waiting for me, I
like to think we're there just for me ....
sad ... I also saw things in you, as life closes the door sometimes
stray dogs wandering the streets black, young girls with no arms,
abandoned dreams, selfish parents ......
... and a friend who said to begin to get tired of the sun ......
... and I'm not going to see again for many months ...
