Places

 It's hard to go back to places full of memories

Places where we lived happily without imagining today

Places full of laughter and plans for outings

These places transport us to a time that no longer belongs to us

This time only exists in our heads, which preserves everything

Time that becomes more and more distant, but not in the mind where everything comes back

Places we no longer frequent but where our minds insist on returning

I remember you crossing the back stream to pick acerola with your grandmother

I remember you walking down the white sand of the high dunes

I remember you flying a kite happily

and I also remember the little sand castles we made

My little box in my head holds everything...

One day it will leave here and open up in another place where we will share memories

Nothing was lost!

Memory is not just in the hardware of the head

It also remais in the cloud that will one day be recovered

When we were together in heaven.