nostalgia
the closest to freedom I have ever been
was running thru the fields of my childhood
blue walls and green carpet in euphoric harmony
with time that floats on an ocean of innocence
millions of straws to be my silent playmates
the sun I bathe endless days with them
and the drops of water on my body I share
to give back to nature what she lent me
while music is composed by an inner breeze
that going back, silences with the years