And you have to stay in this town
  where you were born,
   went to school,
    fell in love,
      separated,
       broke your heart...

Got married,
 got divorced,
  burried your grandparents,
   your father...

Changed jobs,
 changed your mind,
  lost illusions,
   lost friends,
    got mad,
     calmed down...

Was blessed with faith,
 repented your sins,
  learnt a lot,
    regreted a lot,
      were happy,
        suffered a lot,
          endured a lot,
           forgave a lot...

You have to walk the same streets
 (with the same memory,
   with a different mind)
    where things have changed,
      epochs changed...

Where your hair turned grey,
 where you wanted to prove your worth to the world
  to then decide to keep it to yourself,
   to surrender to God...

Where you piled layers upon layers
  of passions and criss-crossing thoughts
   to then alienate from them by one eucharist...

Where...

Yes,
 you have to stay in this town
   maybe till the end
    to leave the world
      in the same place
       where you came into the world...




Feb.3, 1998