Soft charm and tranquility
of that corner of my childhood
heart that today beats in another body,
suffocated in a modern hotel,
green sweet and good little sprout,
between the pick and the wall.
Magic prescence of yesterday,
fondness that makes me return
to sink in its spell
and being stunned over and over,
unhappy corner of luxury hotel,
happy garden of my childhood.
Aunt Sophia snacks,
coffee with aunt Mary donuts
days in family, cousins and brothers
aunt Cecilia playing piano
The garden of my childhood,
tender by Saint Joe, in flower by Trinity
warm by San Miguel,
forbidden by Christmas.