I have not seen you for so long that I've remembered.
I played on a skateboard, you went to college.
I was always in my window dreaming of seeing you go by.
I wrote you so many poems that I never delivered.
It was a bagpiper dawn that I will never forget,
giving us the night an excuse to dance,
your feet were poetry and your body my truth
and in my heart drums that never stop ringing.
And I, and I think about you and I do not know where you are,
in what place of time you hid to go and look.
And me, and I who dream of walking again,
for those old streets where you, you made me dream.
When I go back to Maracaibo, I feel like dancing,
I am filled with your joy, I do not want to stop,
but if I hear a bagpipe I remind you again
and auqnue I like it so much, and without you it does not sound the same.
And I, and I think about you and I do not know where you are,
in what place of time you hid to go and look.
And me, and I who dream of walking again,
for those old streets where you, you made me dream.
I feel the nostalgia of those days,
when you were the light of my fantasies,
I'm sorry to return to those moments,
that make me live when I remember them.
When you were the light of my fantasies,
I feel the nostalgia of those days,
I'm sorry to return to those moments,
I lived with you and you are a dream.
And I, and I think about you and I do not know where you are,
in what place of time you hid to go and look.
And me, and I who dream of walking again,
through those old streets where you, you made me dream.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)