HORIZON

many marks, a huge path.

On it today

I travel again to my childhood.

There’s summer there,

my dreams are there –

children’s dreams.

In the old neighbourhood

we’ll play again till dark,

we’ll retell

all the long stories.

There’s summer there,

my dreams are there –

children’s dreams.

Rf.: My childhood,

I miss you so much now!

I really want

to be there again.