I lost a little bit of myself

I lost a little bit of myself

In grandmother’s crying eyes

When I had to say goodbye to her

I lost a little bit of myself

In grandfather’s sweet embrace

Smelling of pink roses and blood oranges

When I had to say goodbye to him

I lost a little bit of myself

In the warm earth of my country 

When I had to say goodbye to her too

I lost a little bit of myself

And it seems that wherever I search

That little bit of me is nowhere to be found

March 2016, Hoofddorp