I remember

I remember, i guess i remember.
When i sang with my dad some piano songs,
About a funny house that had no roof and to nobody belonged.
Or when i slept on a hammock above my daddy’s chest.

I remember, i guess i remember.
How my mom used to massage my forehad when i had headache.
Of all the talks we had about life and happiness.
Or when she calmed me down after a nightmare.

I remember, i guess i remember.
When i stood beside a river and painted my face with clay,
And like an ancient Indian, i screamed and prayed.
Or when i ran barefoot through gravel.

I remember, i guess i remember.
When i used to climb to the top of a tree,
I looked up and the sky seemed so close.
Today i thank him for being so above.

I remember, i guess i remember.
But now is the time to create new memories.
To join them with those past memories,
And make me a thankful person.

I guess life is great after all.
Even when i can’t get what i want, when i want.
Or when i get sad and stuff.
Yes, even there, life could be great,

Because when we embrace the fact,
We learn to enjoy even the bad moments.
When i die, all i want is to be remembered,
As someone who had loved to live.

And when this day comes, people will say:
I remember, sure, i remember.
When he wrote about love and life.
His verses were then, a message from the soul, for posterity.

Jabuti Master