Look for me
in the humid breeze of the afternoon
where the chidren laugh and run barefooted,
In the leaves that fly far away with the wind ,
In the fresh brooks that jump sorting out stones of every size.
Look for me in the sleeping child in the arms of her mother
that rocks him happily,
In the swallows,small,playful,
in the honeysuckle and in the horizon.
Look for me,I know I" ll be there and even tough I leave
I will stay.
Look for me.don't quit looking for me.
And when I leave...
Don´t forget me.