You can

Open a month

Open the memories

before you come

before you open doors

They told you could not

You can

Many, experiences

what did remain from them?

Hope

While you walk

with calm steps

write the history

maybe the next page

has been already writen

anybody knows

perhaps you can write it again.

Sing for yourself

when everything comes to end

And stop

And think

And feel.

You can.

Despide everything

you can.

Despide the fear

hours passing by

time it's not the same

you, you changed

yes, you can.

I write by another language

for you to translate

and understand

that you can.

So what remains from them

in the end, for you?

Hope... just hope

You can.