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NOSTAGIA (English)

I talk on the phone,

my mother answers me,

I feel the nostalgia in her voice

misses the children who left,

her voice begins to whiten.

She takes care of her grandson,

she looks forward to the holidays or a December.

See you.

Another year comes, I´m leaving.

In the neighborhood where I was born,

new people I saw.

Those friends that I played with

or argued,

they left away to new horizons.

Others, out of adversity,

they left forever.

I visit the old houses,

I know people from another generation.

Acquaintances grow old.

Nostalgia in a corner.

The mother misses the son who left,

she talks about him relentlessly.

I recall my memories

I want to cry, but I hold on.

From my old house

I miss my mother;

by circumstances of the aptly named future,

I walked away.

I visit the vaults of my grandparents and my father.

My mind attracts your hugs,

that disappeared with the departure.

Follow the time and the path.

The street smiles, the leaves fall,

lonely old men.

A sad poem is written

reminds of a mother waiting for the embrace of her son.

To my mother, I love you