Traducir a
Clinging to my mother's necklace
To the smell of your neck
To the refuge of my father's stories
For the cold of winter
Wool mattresses
That sank in the center
Ending all together in bed
In the nights that there was fear
The light always on
Early morning in the kitchen
hands full of flour
And they healed the wounds on my lips
With olive oil
I want to go back to when
I don't want to go back to where
I don't want to come back here
I want to go back to then
For summer, two cherries in my ear
And a good book in hand
I prayed to fruit, heaven and earth
Clay birds flew
All my worries escaped
When you put your feet in the river
And everything revolved around my elders
They will always go with me
I was in love
Of all the kisses they never gave me
A wish with tears from Saint Lawrence
At night in the laundry room
The key always in the door
And under the vine my nostalgia sleeps
Rosemary, thyme and lavender
This is what my childhood smells like
I want to go back to when
I don't want to go back to where
I don't want to come back here
I want to go back to then
I want to go back to when
I don't want to go back to where
I don't want to come back here
I want to go back to then
