I miss everything that has marked my life.
When I see pictures, when I smell,
when I hear a voice, when I remember the past,
I miss ...

I miss friends I saw long ago,
people I spoke to or crossed long long ago...

I miss my childhood,
my first love, my second friendship, third mistake,
and those I still have, God's way to uncertainty ...

I miss the present,
which I am not enjoying at all,
remembering the past
and betting on the future ...

I miss the future,
which if idealized,
probably would not be the way I think it would be ...

I miss those who left me and whom I left!
Who said they would come
and did not even appear later;
I miss those who came running,
without knowing me properly,
those whom I will never have the opportunity to know.

I miss those who are gone and whom I didn't say goodbye to!
Those who couldn't
say goodbye to me;
the people who passed on the opposite sidewalk of my life,
and who only saw a glimpse of fortune!

I miss things that I had
and others that I didn't
but really wanted to have!

I miss things
that I don't even know if they existed.

I miss serious things, hilarious things,
cases, experiences ...

I miss the puppy I once had
and who loved me faithfully, as only dogs are able to do!

I miss the books I read, that made me sing, dance, travel!

I miss the incredible records that I heard of and made me dream of better things,
I miss the things that I lived
and the things that I let go,
without fully enjoying.

How many times I want to find not knowing what to find ...
I do not know where to go away forever ...
to rescue something that I do not know what it is and not understand where I lost it ...

In fact, they say that it is customary to always use the mother tongue,
spontaneously when we are desperate ...
to count money ... to make love ... to declare strong feelings ...
wherever we are in the world.

I believe that a simple
"I miss you"
or in whatever way
we can translate nostalgia into another language,
will never have the same strength and meaning as our word.

Perhaps it does not correctly express how much we
miss loved ones or things.

And that's why I miss you the most ...
Because I found a word
to use every time
I feel this tightness in the chest,
kind of nostalgic, kind of tasty,
but that works better
than a vital sign
when you want to talk about life
and feelings.

It is an unmistakable proof
that we are sensitive!
That we love very much
what we had
and we regret the good things
that we have lost along our existence ...