Old times

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I belong to a group that has streets to spare,
Those streets of yesterday with their elegant people.
People who greeted with their sweet smile,
People who got up early to attend mass.
People who worked to earn their bread,
To support their family and educate their children.
They were quiet streets, there were few cars,
And mules and horses were on the roads.
Those streets changed over the years,
You can't walk through the clouds of cars.
You can't even see human rivers on the sidewalks,
Nobody knows each other anymore, we are all strangers.
Many pleasant memories pass through my memory today,
When you could gather in front of your house.
Sharing happy moments as a family,
Listening to songs, poems and even stories.
Those beautiful moments that will never come back,
Today it's scary to do it because of insecurity.
Those were peaceful times without hatred or resentment,
Those times were undoubtedly always better.