The castle always regarded my morning glance,
from the hat of the hill, as I smiled to it.
Apple trees embraced the place with their arms
like a warm hug in a vintage capsule,
the wind smoothly brought the flowers blooming perfume
while my thoughts waltzed with the old soldier’s mind
who has gone beyond the blue limits,
leaving behind all the glorious stories
enclosed between the stones, gardens and tunnels.
Somehow, the smell of old days knocked on my windows
speaking their struggle out
in a calm symphony of remembrance,
while next to the fort
the steel plant made the reality up
through the intense smoke, dust and wonder.
The past was still picturing the ideas in the present’s core
yet another war at my windows
was murdering my vision at the evenings dusk.
The nights covered the horizon
with a dark pillow.
No stars yet to come
to rescue the hope from the blackness
In all those frozen hours.
Childhood was silently passing the caves,
gazing to freedom windows
opened in the future square.
Dreams swung the yearning at the castle door
Playing cards with karma
Over the communism eyes.
Today the steel plant became the memory
at my windows glance.
An empty city regards the mornings.
A modern war
is still murdering children’s vision.
Everything is new but seems had passed the bridge
Between then and now.
The present’s core is a mirror reflecting the past
through another smoke, dust and wander.
The same desire is flying through time,
To love and be loved till reach the happiness.
Anything else is just the colours’ stories.
In all this contemporary bloodshed
Peace remains the Cinderella
looking through the inner windows.
… Dreams swing the child’s hope at the castle door…