Sometimes I look back,
when I had nothing,
but did not take much
to make happy my days.
Not that now they are not,
but I have a different flavor.
I think of the innocent games,
races in the fields with friends
so to kiss a girl.
But time is not honest,
has slipped away too quickly
those days that I remember with sadness,
but that did not erase from my mind, and
d I put them to good nostalgic
in the drawer of my memory, d
where no one will 'never steal them.
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