Nostalgias
Pablo Milanés
Nostalgias
Everything goes away
Everything tends to pass
By the time they point out to us
To see that at the end of the journey
Everything returns to start
Years of light
Innocence and pain
Like stars that fell
Like a cycle they made us
For hatred, for love
I die while living
I resurrect while thinking
From what I once dreamed
The mirrors that broke on me
The toys of my dawn
How to let go of that fear of flying
Of that hand that accompanied me
The cries of my adolescence
Flavors that its absence gives me