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.