Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

Countryside

I miss the cold air of the gray winter mornings

I breathed in when I lived in Santiago.

I miss the train stations, the subway, the buses,

The roaring crowds,  their talking, their cursing.

I miss the days of early rain and late sunlight,

- that shifting of weather always took me by surprise-.

I miss my friends, I miss my old life.

I miss everything that I left behind.

Here in the south, it's always the same:

Dark skies above endlees green terrain. 

Nature wins over the tiniest cities,

There's no great skyscrapers 

Nor beautiful buildings.

There's only the trees, the wind, and the animals

-things that you'd never see in the capital-.

I have rarely spoken to anyone at all.

I feel lonely and sad, and there ain't enough alcohol

To drown all my sorrows in.

I can't pinpoint where my sanity has been

In the months I've been living here.

It's like all fun has disappeared.