want to go, want to come back
what is the round that the return?
where is my home, where my land,
if I find them when I changed ... if
have lived without me, and I've lived without them
,
can still be mine?
my closet occupied
my books moved,
my room without my smell
vague awe for what is mine
for my soul that you street light, sign, passing cars are even
clouds have different shapes
the new green of the mountain
the blue sea I try and I can not find the old
everything is new all over again is to know
a journey within a journey of memories
resistance to the passage of time
if what I have inside is no longer the
I have been dreaming or deceived
where are my roots? how much longer I will live alone trees?
the freedom to have the world as home
weighs on me sometimes on the chest, shoulders and turn me
limped at times looking for a hug
to rest, finally, soul and spirit
come back tears at every landing will be back tomorrow
return the jump in the chest and not of nostalgia but to discover the dismay
solitude of being alone in my house that is not my
leave and come back again and again
I'll be home, here or elsewhere
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