autumn

That chapter that carries with it the fragrance of

memories, as if it were an old friend whose face you

know well, but his face became more sculptural with the

passage of time and the succession of days; humming in

a sweet turquoise voice after a tumultuous summer that

exhausts everyone; The smell of trees, the smell of my

old school clothes, and scars inside the heart, getting

high with autumn breezes and the music of a street

vendor's radio.

That chapter whose breezes may burn me with

memories that make the heart beat quickly and may

also pass cold and peace on my heart take me to a world

whose leaves fall from the camphor trees to sprout new

leaves as we will become past one day

This is how autumn takes me out of life and brings me

back to it again