Nostalgia
Exactly a week ago
I dreamt of my childhood
On a whim I took off
Upon arrival I looked around
Nostalgia constricts my battered heart
I looked out the window
Drinking everything in sight
I focus on the beauty and romance
I hear melodious tones of another epoch
Even if slightly tarnished, the soul never dies
The colonial architecture
Impervious witness of loves and wars
Veil the ugly truth of conquest, pillage, and despair
The air is perfumed by the coastal breeze
I close my eyes and feel myself in a time freeze
I wish I could see with the innocence of a child
And feed my senses to overflow
I must focus on my goal
This is to heal my ailing soul
I feel my father accompanying me in spirit form
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