reminiscences

I miss my friends that today are no longer here, with me.  The shared moments.  Those tranquil places we shared in common. 

I miss some vague reminiscence of my  youth and my passionate juvenile relations.

I miss those pages that I had read with delight, at some time, and that today, I hardly remember.

I miss the old street of my tranquil and perfumed home town.

I miss the smoothness and vigor of my young body.

I miss the years when my three children were young, when they needed to be held in my arms, and when the caresses and kisses, were every day behavior.

I miss certain dreams that I shall no longer recuperate.

There are also certain phrases that my parents repeated, and that I no longer hear.

I miss, I don’t know why, a small, tall wooden table, with three legs, on which grew silently a fern.

Sunrises, sunsets that no longer accompany me, in which a romance started or an illusion finished.

Many other sensations have been left behind, on the road of my life ( or dreams ), and although it interests no one, like the old and strange photographs, I miss them.

But, above all these nostalgias, I miss you , I miss and feel with great pain,  your manly figure, your generous smile, your kind regard, your easy embrace of an affectionate son.

Today, I read, I listen, and I  try to convince myself that you are well where you  are, but, from my egoism, perhaps, it seems that the brief path that we walked together was too short. I would have needed to continue by your side, see you live, see you grow, see you searching for your happiness… I would have needed time to have talked to you , among other things, of how much I miss you.

                                                  Dr. Carlos J. Bianchi