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letra de memento - serenata

i. kensa
i’ma take us all back to the golden summer chapters
drifting back to when we craft origamis of oleanders
getting drenched in the pitter-patter of the drizzle
dibble-dabble with the games and t-ttle-tattle on the trees
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers and some pebbles
we all made a mess of puppy love and kitten litters
architect our neighbourhood’s map with hidden treasures
but the best of all was how we fell in love beyond measure

ii. fossils
like intuition, our situation in abstraction
an attraction of soul mates integrated by fate
day to day we radiate, running while intoxicated
laughing maniacs aggravated
them folks and we got scolded
talking ’bout what he said, she said
smell of green gr-ss touchin our heads
sunrise to sunset isn’t when our day ends

iii. soupherb
remember paper night? or should i say the green light
to cherish our lives, couldn’t afford to spoil the good times
moonlight to sunrise, with bottles or warm cups
toasting eye to eye, out of fear of bad b-mps
we always never had enough so add the speakers turned up
then stargazing ’til we doze off
get awakened by the sunshine, greeted by smiles
small things that took us miles away

iv. db
i’m staying with the riddles and the happy meals and giggles
riding bikes, singing holy night and other christmas jingles
gumamela bubbles and dirt cakes, a checkmate
running coming home to closed gates, i’m home late
my childhood memories my favorite to reminisce
in love, and faith, and hope, we’re nothing but generous
all smiles like the world was full of cameras
it’s just family and friends, no etceteras

v. kensa
the rusty old swings and the little kept secrets
the ghost stories and the jump scares in that sequence
the toy box and red balloons in the air
the bullies and the crushes, the fostering of care

vi. fossils
circling on the merry-go round
crying in laughter was our dear sweet sound
it’s been all fun and games, nights were our days
glistening gaze on grins upon the summer haze

vii. soupherb
how did it feel like? i have to remember
living as sixteen or younger
pockets filled up as we grew older
wish to drop the now and stay young forever

viii. db
the innocence is evident, there’s beauty in every element
seeing symbolisms in the rhythm is the sentiment
sitting through collisions and missions now that i’ve grown
take me back to timezones, a silent glimpse to my home

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