As a child I walked the corridors of your home, they were long for my little feet, in them I learned to walk and a few falls also came to accompany me, it's been so long that those corridors there are seeing how you walk slower and slower, time without regret it makes your hair turn gray, the smells of the food you cook with such care you feel walking the entire hallway, you wait for me to come back and I wait for you to come back, we both wait for each other in timeless memories.