Porto's streets - Balloon

Porto, September 2013
Somente tu,
Oh empty streets of Porto
How many stories you carry
Old, very old
So much that memory has taken many

What happened to your life?
What happened to your people?
Where is it?
Where are they?

They long in the memories
Absorbed in themselves
Long forgotten
Long gone

Is it this way?
Or is it the way it has to be?

That pink balloon?
Where did it came from?
Is it real?
Is my imagination playing tricks on me?

Oh it's that pink balloon from when I was a kid
It followed me everywhere, with a string
Now it's just a memory, a sweet one
Stay inside me forever, always there

But for now, it's time to say goodbye...