Between nostalgia and longing
Between your life and mine
between night and dawn
The days go by.
Who can forget that age sixteen arrived
When we have
few years more.
Who would not want to hide
A little time yesterday
When you start to find
Some wrinkles on your skin.
Thirty-three half-lives are nothing more
Thirty-three
to be in such a hurry.
Thirty-three years of wanting to ask who three years
Thirty
As you say who.
Sometimes I look back with nostalgia
giving Remembering that age
When you play to win.
And today I bet if I played well losing
And that love is ageless
you like it or not.
Thirty-three half-lives are nothing more
Thirty-three years to be so fast.
Thirty-three years of wanting to ask who
Thirty-three years who would like me.
J. Churches
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