TURN BACK TIME

 

How I wish I could turn back time,

to those days and place where you were mine. Where no one looked at our color difference,

where we could had been soon if they had give us that chance.

Turn back the time to the airport where we met,

to that day in the Hardrock and you with that nice hat.

Turn back the time when you placed your hand on my shoulder everyday, remembering that you song for me what a looser I was if I would go away.

 

Turn back the time to our beautiful first house in Praia Seca, that was for us, as for the Muslims a kind of Mecca.

Turn back the time to the evening we were singing pagode and Pixote at night, or crying together on the bed when you had with your mother a fight.

Turn back the time to Nova Itaipuaçu and Coqueral, remembering the day of the Salinas Shopping Mall.

Turn back the time to the day I gave you the engagement ring, remembering the funny times we had a Burger King.

 

Turn back the time, each other kissing on Copacabana beach, remembering the day I started with Dutch lessons to teach. Turn back the time to the day that the bus elevator broke, that moment you laughed so hard and almost got a stroke.

 

Turn back the time when you arrived with my huge birthday cake, remembering the days that your mother made us so early awake? Turn back the time to where Romildo drove us everyday around,

to GreenFruit, Rio de Janeiro, Saquarema and the nice beach we found.

Turn back the time when we looked films during the whole night, that was in Araruama, our paradise and you in the park on my side.

Turn back the time to the restaurant we had,

but in winter time and almost no clients, that was really sad.

 

Turn back the time to the evenings that I always painted your nails, remembering the time that Frango found an house and also brought the mails?

Turn back the time to the days of Arraial do Cabo's beach,

then you remember the evenings the mosquitoes started to bite and you started to itch.

Turn back the time to the moment we started to build our guest-house,

a ground so huge and big from us till we discovered that Sebastiâo was a rat and a real mouse.

Turn back the time to were we went out with the children from home, remembering how sad it was when we had Pépé's mother on the phone?

 

I can fill thousands of papers with Turn back the time and remembering those things, all amazing memories and to every place we went we have pictures, thousands of links.

Turn back the time to when you in Belgium came,

let us then go back now to where we belong, because here it is insane.

 

ALEX MENSAERT – JUNE 28, 2015