Poem: The Shadows of the Forgotten Path

Here are a few verses dedicated to those faces that time has taken away, but which your memory has rescued from oblivion.

The Echo of Invisible Footsteps

They were afternoons of chalk and simple games,
childhood faces scattered by the wind,
schoolmates, guardians of dreams,
whom the book of time kept in its yesterday.

I search the web for a trace, a footprint,
a name that might flicker on the cold screen,
but only the light of a star answers
and the echo of the soul that never falls silent.

Where might the man with the leather briefcase be,
with his dignified bearing and old-fashioned hairstyle?
Or the travelling bus, the red traveller,
that brought promises at dawn?

I know that life has passed its judgement,
that many left without saying goodbye,
but in my memory there are no absences,
for they live with me, with strength and with a voice.

To you, who were landscape and school,
characters from a town that is no longer the same,
I leave this verse that comforts the soul:
no one is lost if the memory is eternal and real.