Rain And Memories Poem by Adilson Pinto

It's raining now in the city where I live... I can hear the noise of the waters which fall from the roof... The sky is grey, dark grey, and my son is sleeping yet... Surely we won't see the sun today! It's cold too! So I will take my hot coffee, I will lit my cigar and I will write poems... I will remember when I was just a boy, when I walked on the top of the mountains, alone and happy... Oh! Those mountains! They are still here with me, in my soul! Now I am an old man, yes, but that boy still wants to speak, he still wanna celebrate his happiness. Then I take my coffee, my cigar, and on the white of the paper - he speaks! ! ! ! He is not dead! Ah! No, he lives, that boy and those mountains they live within me - forever!