Years back when everything was greener,
they used to live at a slower pace
they used to go and contemplate the sunset,
they breathed a more pure air
seated in the park on a sunny afternoon,
reading Poe and Borges
under the noble umbrella.
Six months already,
he, waiting for her to respond to his love,
that he confessed in a telegram
"To Mariita,
a bright future
wishes you
Nicolas"
Flying kites on a sunny afternoon
reading Wilde and Goethe
under the noble umbrella
years back when everything was greener,
they used to live at a slower pace than today