"Portraits of Time"

                                 (By Sérgio Gibim Ortéga)

On yellowed paper, time gently lays,
Frozen smiles in memory’s sweet gaze.
Stories embroidered with tenderness' name.

Eyes that still shine in the old picture frame,

Dresses and hats, childhood’s embrace,

Hugs softly kept in memory’s space.
A world without hurry, with footsteps so light,
Where love and longing forever take flight.

Each wrinkle, a verse life chose to compose,

Each glance reveals a story that rose.
In the dance of the photos, time tries to hide,
But never erases what lives deep inside.

If today I relive these simple displays,

It’s to tell the past—I still belong to those days.
I carry this film ever etched in my chest,
For all that I was... still lives in my nest.