There's
something I remember from last night. My mother kissed me on the
cheek and I went out. I remember the light, that sunshine which you
can only see in dreams or when you're a child. Yes, maybe it was
that. I looked at my feet. Tiny. Slightly clumsy. I'm on my way as
always.
You
were walking next to me. Never different, and your hands were the
same. Wide, warm, with some wrinkles, but never old. You were not yet
in my memory, but I could remember that smile of yours that hurts me
sometimes.
Your
eyes had changed, though. They have something hidden. I can see it
now, they were sad as ever. That's why you came back, right? You can
only say goodbye if you have walked all the path. Now you have, you
found my beginning. My end. A farewell is always both things, don't
you think?
It's
late, I should go home. My mother has prepared dinner. Will you be
here tomorrow? I'm so sleepy. Perhaps I'll dream about today. Yes,
and that sunshine. And when I wake up, I promise, I will remember.
