Call me before you leave

Call me before you leave

I won't run towards you

to retain the time

The past is a mistaken avenue

for which

we can walk

and can easily find

narrow paths

which bring some pain and sorrow.

Sadness appears

like a silent army,

and we don't stop it,

because these fragments of our history

will bring us some tears.

Tears can build a river,

or a sea, even an ocean.

This ocean which separate us now.

The future is an unknown city.

We don't know its geography,

its architecture,

the colour of its sky.

The future has differents names in it.

John, Howard, Cecily, Margarita..

Tradition tells us. We can't change this cultural concept.

Call me when you leave.

I'll buy a ticket, I'll pay for a visa, I'll become an illegal in the States.

Those children are my only family. I will build a house with wood and rocks.

Let me live close by them.