On any of these timeless days

I miss

the distances

from walks that couldn´t happen,

from travels that weren´t anymore.

I miss

turning back

and not finding

anything else than barriers.

I miss

my blind words,

the innocent dreams

which controlled my mind.

I miss

when everything was true,

when the sky was crying

instead of us.

I miss

shouting to your face,

being able to hate you

because you are not visiting me.

I miss

the ignorance

of knowing that nothing has changed,

just grow.

I miss

the satisfaction of silence,

finding the confidence

in every complicity gaze.

I miss

being sure that fiction is happening

and this 'new reality'

is the real one.