A half home

A simple text about Danbury, a city of Connecticut state where I used to live from 1992 to 1996. Cris and Rodolpho was with me and this city is the Matheu’s birth place.

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Danbury is in my heart,

It is in my mind.

Danbury is in my soul,

I love you so.

On your ground,

I dropped my blood and my tears,

And I left pieces of my heart for years.

I will go back there soon,

And take what belongs to me.

I am not invited,

But I guess you will welcome me,

As you did before.

I am pretty sure,

That your arms,

Are waiting for me.

Please don’t forget me,

Because I can’t forget you.

How is the Main Street?

Send greetings to Rogers Park.

I miss your mall,

Also your downtown,

That is not too small.

How is your highway 84?

This road carried me,

For many, many miles,

With tears and smiles.

I heard that Caldor,

Is not there anymore.

It’s sad to know that,

This store was part of my past.

I remember your sun and the rain,

Your wind and the snow falling down.

I miss even the storms.

That used to scare me!

But I don’t care,

I want see you again.

Do you remember Rodolpho?

He was a little child,

When he left your land.

He has sweet memories,

Of the carrousel at playland.

Arthur is a big boy,

And with the others,

Makes a lot of noise!

I’m taking a gift,

I got Matheus and he is part of you.

He is half Sampa, half Danbury.

He is half Brazil and half Sam, his uncle.

Don’t need to make a cake,

Don’t wait for us at the airport.

 Just open your arms,

 Because we are going to our half home.

                                                  April 2013