The Return
With my experience
Turned into gray hair
I return to the land
Where I was born
And as I arrive
The bells start ringing
And I wonder
Is it for me?
From the little house
White at the entrance
Where long ago
I was so happy
Today only remains
The damp walls
The ivy grew
Where the garden was
Today that I return
After so much time
My body is tired
And my hair is gray
Though no one
Is waiting for my return
Today I feel
Happy once again
Thirty years
They'll say those who saw me
In the morning
When I left this place
My youth
With its shirt in the wind
And its bag of dreams
And its April hope
Thirty years
That felt like a moment
That's why time
Doesn't count for me today
With hope
My distant youth
Found the way
And left happily
Left a poem
By a window
And a promise
That I never kept
I return to my town
When the sun sets
Behind me
Foretelling the end
I passed by again
Next to its window
But it's too late
No one lives there.