“ when you talked about love
my heart flew away up to above
only you could make me dream
you were the blue, the sky, the sea”
I also remember a couple
of far-away songs
songs in the kitchen
on a sunday morning
melancholies of our mommies
in search of lost energies
and lost friendships...
hopeless loves,
finished loves,
lived songs
in portable record players,
but it might be easier
to deplore time that has gone
and never comes back anymore
than to admit it has passed me by.
and when they say
it used to be better
I reply and say
that it's nice to be here...
by now they are,
by now they are only,
by now they are more than ever........
far-away songs,
nostalgia is a trap
and if walking into it feels right
staying in it doesn't...
"when you talked about love
my heart flew away to up above"
our mommies' nostalgia,
probably to talk a little
bit more about love
since they can hardly
talk about it anymore...
and when they say that
I'll understand one day
they're right
but not for the moment...
by now they are,
by now they are only,
by now they are, in every-sense.......
far-away songs,
lost passions,
even though some
for sure remain......
“ when you talked about love
my heart flew away up to above
only you could make me dream
you were the blue, the sky, the sea”
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