Nostalgia - Alberto Blanco
There is the sky. Now I can see it.
There is the open sky
waiting for the best I can give.
Left behind are parents,
friends, givers of advice...
The dream toys of childhood,
the tree of desire,
night in the depths of the pool,
the park that witnessed our first kiss...
I see it all in the distance
like a body that awakens
in a remote part of the landscape.
I look at it as if it were false.
We have arrived at life
by saying farewell to everything we've loved,
to that which was given,
to all those we love.
But there, at this moment, is the sky.