Alma de Menino

I would like to reverse time
And interdict the route of destiny
To relive those fantasies
That I stored in the soul of a boy
That road cutting through the yard
And a gate a little further ahead
And the white flowers
Crowning the jars of our home

Our children are what we were
Real resemblance
That every adult carries within themselves
A childhood dream

Many times I made in the front yard of the house
Stone corral and bony cattle
I closed my eyes to receive a kiss
In the game of falling into the well
Tin car, wooden horse
Were the toys I chose
And my money
Made of cigarette case and leaf

I raised a canary and fixed a cage
Played marbles, spinning top, and slingshot
Sock ball, spinning top, and kite
Sack race, stone, and slingshot
Unfortunately, the scenery changed
From those scenes that childhood created
The movie passed
And time does not allow me to see them again