The time passed hurriedly, racing ever on,
I was hoping to recall a sense of our meeting.
The places here now carry a spectre of light,
Saying that yes; you passed through here once.
My memory is so clear, remembering your smile,
The way I felt loved when you walked closely.
Even the fragrance of your damp silky hair,
Remains on the air, filling my nostrils again.
But where are you now, when I look around me ?
Lost little girl, hiding from the rainfilled day.
Only your ghost remains, haunting my loving soul,
Following where I go, on the road to Santiago.
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