Memories of a time that didn’t come yet,
Of a life we didn’t live,
Of laughters we didn’t share…
The hope that keep shinning in our hearts,
Remembrance of days that are about to come…
Dream that was born in distance
Story that yet shall be written.
Who can miss the future?
Or can remember what didn’t happen yet?
Who can tell an unwritten story
Who can remind how will it end up?
Laughters shared althought distance,
Dream that was born in the past
In future lies the sweet remembrance
Of an eternal love that is meant to last
Things about to come,
Things that yet will be
But reminded like sweet memories…
Yes, future memories
Of a love that yet shall be.
Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros
Itaboraí, February 16th, 2010