Do you remember that old house?
It was our universe, our time,
It was our hours, our days of the week,
Our nights of full moon and stars.
Do you remember the old house?
The long, dark, corridors full
Of made up stories?
Do you remember
The huge pine tree that bent
For us on windy days?
And the games, the countless
Pretends in the music room?
Remember the runs through the rose bushes
And the thorns in our feet?
And the pitanga tree? And our secret place
That grandma forbade setting foot?
Do you remember the pool days
When we swam with the raindrops?
Or when we created rainbows with the hose?
And when we used to race in the garage and
Have bean soup on that huge, round table?
Remember the secret bathroom behind the closet?
And the songs we invented at bath time?
Do you remember running through the rose bushes
Barefoot or to name the owl Alice?
Remember the sadness of coming home
And leave it all behind?
Do you remember?
Well, I do.
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