Old Church in Ouro Preto - MG

Memories

Memories may be beautiful and yet

What's too painful to remember

We simply choose to forget

So it's the laughter we will remember

We never will remember the way we were

Wild pattern

hold me

Hold me

Hold me

Never let me go until you've told me

What I want to know

And then just hold me

Hold me

Make me tell you

I'm in love

with you

Flying seeds

Many seeds waiting

that the wind blows

in a wave of caring

the natural needs

of a plant that grows

spreading their lovely seeds

dancing softly in the air

going to some place

nobody knows where

Alone

Tired

of the long walk
that life allowed him
nothing

to talk
nobody

to hear
He stood still
alone

in his mental journey
the empty spaces
that memories

bring off