Paths of remembrance

the first:
small house on the coast
in which we have never been
because you were waiting for it to go dark
the sun never sets in this country
only the waves rustle and stack endlessly one over the other

the second:
then the land of joy
where  rose-golds dawn
and millions of happy suns
one of this for everyone
for each of the people
they are waiting
we walked under those lanterns
and gazed endlessly around

the third:
soft land of flamingos
who in their blind faith
hanging upside down by the leg
they stretch their necks
pluck me like an apple
I am your pink flamingo of personal happiness
tenderness and love
that hugs you and secures you with its beak
like a seat belt
in the endless pursuit of happiness

the fourth:
a quiet garden just for two
with a jasmine scent
in a small garden
with a key around his neck
and unfinished tea
on a white table that is already a bit shabby
the chairs defiantly threw off their last reluctance
and unashamedly talks about the endless desire to live

the fifth:
old house
full of clutter and old cabinets
we've been there too long
neither of us stayed
when you got out
I got lost in it
I found myself alone in the endless corridors of the past
hydrangeas still smell

the sixth:
room with sea view
with a small kitchen and a large bed
with a terrace where we had breakfast
and they laughed with infinite sincerity
when you hugged me before falling asleep
gazing at a golden sunset that never seems to end

the seventh:
and lightness of being
about which thousands of pink jellyfish sang
rising to the sky
from the green-blue seas
hidden in their endless veils
unrecognized looking back
we wanted wings, but they don't really fit in the water world

we tried to take off
and they flew farther than you or I can dream
everybody alone

and the eighth:
your eyes
that doesn't leave me
an endless war raged in the memories then
and misfortune broke my neck of all happy memories
your eyes that just were, nothing else
arm that did not hug me
and this sorow never let me forget

our eternal secret
in the never-ending minute before dark

i changed all my stories to the happy ending

but the last minute before dark
and your eyes
never let me forget

that all my stories now have happy endings