What flies,
a snowflake or
a memory of You.
It already seems like Christmas
in this song that talks about You.
Look,
fly takes me far away,
takes me away from here,
and now the fireplace is lit.
How many faces
and how many clear and sweet days in me.
And time goes back,
and gives me his hand.
I smell his perfume.
When my Father gave
caresses of tobacco and lavender
and Christmas sweets ,
alcohol on the knee
which hurts so much.
If I, playing rope,
made a mistake,
and I fell onto the world.
And the time opens the cloak,
throws away the notebooks
and takes us to the sea.
With linen and cotton clothes,
the heart is, a large kite.
And time blew it up and then it almost burned in the sun and in me. Wipe it away, this is my first tear of love. And time goes back
and holds my hand
I smell its scent.
The roasted chestnuts, the rain
it was October, it was already
the first love .
It's as big as the sky
this little umbrella:
it protects us from the darkness.
And all the stars are
in my hand,
and on my first ring.
And time,
turns its face
and then its smile is big
in me.
What flies?
It's a snowflake
or a memory in You,
that takes me away,
that takes me away
takes me away
with You.

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