A BEAUTIFUL MEMORY
Many times I sit and look out the window, lost in thought, time passes me by,
My thoughts call me back to when I was a child,
There was noise, there was joy, like bees in a hive,
Today there is only silence or the occasional cawing of a crow.
It used to buzz with the cries of the cicadas, full of life,
Today, that neighborhood has remained like an orphan mother,
There are no children’s noises, nor the noises of workers,
Even the benches of lovers have remained dry.
Once, we would sit and play together
Because the whole neighborhood had only one ball,
Today everyone turns their backs on each other
Someone on the phone and someone on the laptop.
We used to share everything with our neighbors
Even though we had very little,
Today you miss meeting someone on the street,
And exchanging two or three words
I miss the old days so much,
We used to play with friends, under the turned-off lamp,
Now we are locked in our luxurious homes
And the heart cries because nothing is like it used to be.
