Once upon a time we used to meet,
beyond the valley green and sweet.
A heap of fire, a stone to rest.
Every uncured sores of dark anguish,
faced with braveness, truth and peace.
Broke the sullen lynching day,
rivulet lashes with marble eyes.
Inaudible cries which tore apart.
Once again today recalling you,
collecting a handful of memories due.
A coat of thin dust covers,
beneath the guitar disabled of yours.
Lays there helpless and untouched,
Once again i run my fingers,
to play the immortal chord.
The most compassionate tune ever heard.
There lies in the farthest corner,
a bookshelf varnished smooth brown.
Books with superstitious fairy tales,
are moth-stricken with faded names.
The valley has now perished,
the grasses diversified to dry.
Fireplaces and rocks withered away,
anguish agony faded in the night.
Will you ever come back again?
to love, laugh, lose and gain ?
Once again tasting those salty drops,
now my impatience finally stops.
To experience the mystic sight.
Of weird tales that underlie,
of flowing springs that suddenly die.
