aurelio.asiain:
Our memory is longer than mine
aurelio.asiain:
There is poetry in children's games
aurelio.asiain:
Poetry is then a children's game
aurelio.asiain:
Back then in the ancient ages
aurelio.asiain:
Divided poems divide and unite them
aurelio.asiain:
She knows the poetry by heart
aurelio.asiain:
The face of an attentive reader
aurelio.asiain:
A hand waiting for the word
aurelio.asiain:
Memory is waiting for the voice
aurelio.asiain:
An image none of them saw
aurelio.asiain:
They were attending a poetry reading
aurelio.asiain:
Just some cards to keep playing
aurelio.asiain:
"The things one has to do..."
aurelio.asiain:
Our memory just echoed some words