I miss my life before
When everything was possibilities
When mother
and father were present
When my
brothers were there
My sister
kept the treasure chest.
They were
his treasures, comics, ribbons, combs
My mother
died for her sorrows.
My father
felt the loss and the distance...
I, in my small
and strange world, survive
What moon
was the one that illuminated all this?
In a
distant sky, capable of separating good from evil
I miss the
wind, I miss the smells, the heat that kept us warm
Who gives
me back this lost world?
Who gives
me back the soft mornings?
No one can
give back the past
Do not ease
the pain I feel
Because I
died in the mountains…
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