This noise
suddenly takes me back in time.
I'm six again
hugging my grandpa
looking at his large tattoos.
Mystic vacation
in a little house next to the river
far away from home
accross the ocean.
The smell is of ice cream
and popcorn,
flowers and
fresh-cut lawn.
Time seems to stop and
paradise lives exactly here!
This bird chirping
my song of vacation
only here, nowhere else.
The bird is called "Quero-quero",
which means:
I want, I want.
I want to go back,
back to my childhood
where things were black and white
and I did not know the shades of grey.
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