Only Yesterday

The little girl who is pushing her forward, is the ten-years old her..

Once she stepped in the train, came in running with rushing breath, an old farmer. He was the only other passenger with a bag in a hand and an old fashion record player wherefrom came out this song.. And wherefrom little she, and her friends from the 5th grade emerged to decide for her.

Some say Love, it is a river,
that drowns the tender reed.

Some say Love, it is a razor,
that leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say Love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.

I say Love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance.

It's the dream, afraid of waking,
that never takes a chance.

It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give.

And the soul, afraid of dyin',
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long.

And you think that love is only,
for the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the Winter,
far beneath the bitter snows.

Lies the seed,
that with the sun's love,
in the Spring becomes the Rose.

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The lyrics were written, and it was the end. I went upstairs. Beautiful night with flirty breeze. Holded my tears watching the street from the parapet. "Our house is right in front of the alley between the two schools!", little me corrected for all the friends who said that our house is near to school. The fences of that alley are changed this year, leaving no trace of graffiti along the way. "The alley between the two schools" that was it, and still, the low fence of the middle school and the high fence of the high school. Off to my room, I realized the moon, just about to complete its circle, I was busy wandering down that dark old alley, back and forth. The long walk back then with all the thoughts on the way, is a swing in my present mind. And the moon, in a counter habit, secretly watched.