Coming back home is like opening the doors again,
like getting in the past with the hope it might change,
But sometimes the future gets there first
And sees us coming.
Charo is not here anymore today
And the deep hole in my mother´s heart
Is growing bigger.
Somebody else´s speed
Took her away from us
Just to prove she was an angel.
The world is an emptier place today.
(In memoriam, Charo)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem