De Mis Recuerdos
Alberto Cortez
Of My Memories
I remember my childhood joy
measuring my age every March.
The huge excitement I felt
watching my shoes grow each year.
The daily escape and the patience
of playing hide and seek with my shadow.
Time treated me kindly,
I still marvel at things like that.
Time of childhood,
time of aunts;
so much innocence
in my soul...
Time to talk
with my toys,
learning to fly
on a kite.
To laugh and cry
without a care,
just starting to live
full speed ahead,
going with Buffalo Bill
on an adventure,
with his old rifle
and his saddle.
Memories of childhood that return
to soothe the darkest feelings,
of this old routine that never stops
filling our world with emptiness.
Labeling people,
dreams, fear, and conscience.
Memories wandering through my mind
searching for any trace of innocence.
Time of childhood
that still
lights the eagerness
of my soul.
Eagerness to live
intensely,
eagerness to break
free from the current.
To know the value
of a smile,
to embrace love
without limits.
To call bread, bread
and wine, wine
without stopping the fight
against the windmills.
