Return to find lost things
Look with different eyes
Those mysterious labyrinths of culture
Where boring and endless lessons
They obscured the time
of recreation and subjects
Visionaries where
Art was sovereign and
Literature is a journey into the unknown
It was a dark and severe place
Where of spiky spinsters
They were called professors or young ladies
They didn't have a name for us
Now we can no longer hear laughter and squeals
Nor any noises of games
All is silence without melody
The windows closed a bitter fold
That no one will make smile again
There are no things lost
But only things left
Without regrets
And that time spent there
It was still important
The past creates the future
(my)

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