I remember the house where I was born,
The little guava tree where I once climb,
The small stream that flows beside my house Where I once took a cool bath.
I remember the vast horizon where I once create an imaginary battlefield.
I remember the small garden of my house
Where I once saw a butterfly of seven colors sucking nectar;
I remember the little mango tree where I once saw a cuckoo bird singing.
I remember the song sung by the shepherd in the evening.
Did I too fast leave those pictures?
No, I just glibly accepted the illusion.