on nostalgia

Memories of your childhood,
sunny moments you can't comprehend,
the shroud that blurs them makes them holy and dreamy.

Photoshop can edit the pictures you just took
and make them look vintage,
it can borrow hope from your distant future
like the (distant) past has already started,
it can fill your photo with a magical light
that does not come from the sun,
but from history.

Your mind is the real Creative Cloud,
your longing the demon that summons the rain
and makes nostalgia grow bigger and bigger.

Look, everything is golden now,
drowned in honey,
every moment illuminated by the light of a treasure.
The shroud that blurs them makes them holy and dreamy,
and your worst self can become a saint in that light
that comes from history.