LOOKING BACK

Looking back to my past,
Looking back to my dreams.
There is nothing I could change.
 
This cold afternoon of November,
I can hear your whisper in the wind.
Clearly, as you were here.
 
Just take my hand and close your eyes.
Just let the silence surrounds us.
Just take a walk beside the lake.
 
I don´t know why I can´t let you go.
If you´re already gone, so many years ago.
Now it´s only this place for me…
 
Our names still remain in that old tree.
You can see a man walking on the path beside the lake.
You can see me walking beside this lake, alone...

(Rodrigo San Marcos)