Recuerdo, Recuerdas, Recordaremos


Recuerdo cuando mis pies tocan la arena

cuando los cangrejos me dan cosquillas


 

Busque los recuerdos y los hallé

En el puesto del sol

Cuando se acuesta por el día

Y yo, me quedo fijo viendo los colores reflejado sobre el mar

Me hace reflejar también


 

Recuerdo el camino de vuelta a casa

Recuerdo pensar de donde soy

Donde encuentro mi Hogar

¿Donde esta?


 

Esta en la mar


 

¿Recuerdas sentir que podíamos volar?

Jugando fútbol, corriendo, saltando

Con una energía que no se acababa

Imaginé con el papalote

Buscando, cantando, con el viento

Imaginé cómo sería el mundo si el mundo todo era mar


 

Recuerdo con mis libros de fotos

Con mis lentes con tinta rosada

Recuerdo las fotos

Olvido el sentido, lo demás, los demás


 

Las memorias son para siempre

El momento lo hay que tener, vivir

Recuerdo, Recuerdas, Recordaremos


 

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I remember when my feet touched the ground

When the little crabs tickled my feet


 

I looked for the memories and I found them

In the setting of the sun

When it lays down for the night

And I, stood stuck watching its colors

Reflect over the water

It made me reflect, too


 

I remember the walk back to the house

Remember thinking where am I from

Where do I discover my home

Where is it?


 

It’s in the ocean


 

Do you remember feeling like we could fly?

Playing soccer, running, jumping

With an energy that didn’t run out


 

I imagined with a kite

Looking, singing, with the wind

I imagined what the world would be like if it was all ocean


 

I remember with my picture books

With my pink-tinted glasses

I remember the pictures

Forgetting the feeling, the other, the others


 

The memories are for forever

The moment you have to have, live

I remember, You remember, We remember

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LGC

PA

15 years old

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