remember moments in my house
when houses were homes
remember details and smells
my mother in the kitchen stove taming
stewing workmanship,
for my father came to win
of their daily business
and wanted quench in the table.
remember playing in the street
when the streets were free
remember details and flavors
blood on my knees hurt and pain
curing with saliva,
shared the same
joining lips with the girl embarrassed
believed in love.
Girl now my wife says he
and I can not remember,
who claims to be mother of my children
and not recall it ...
who claims to be mother of my children
and not recall it ...
details, smells and tastes
Street home and present
who refuse to be remember in my mind,
arising as deciduous
arising as deciduous
my trunk dry and withered branches
lost on the ground, forgotten.
Only what remains in my root
memory, underground, hence
and went back there.
and went back there.
