TRE TRIP

THE TRIP

Goodbye, I miss you.

I'm packed

I do not know when I'll be back,

When will I return?

I'm leaving early,

At daybreak;

I get wet in the dew,

Of my joy.

I want to see stars,

Lots of nostalgia;

So many little birds,

At daybreak.

I want to see the path of the sun,

Golden, blinding my gaze;

Making my mouth smile,

Making my lips sing.

I'm leaving now,

Goodbye sadness, goodbye longing;

I go to infinity,

Beyond the sea.

* J.L.BORGES