Nostalgia is a feeling with no plural explanation, but in its plurality can fill our heart with a mixed feelings, and with a desire to revive all the moments of our life ever again. That said, I'd like to talk about all those years that I used to live in my dear Sao Paulo, or better, the moments that I've missed the most. I remember my daily walking going to my elementary school Matilde Macedo Soares, located at Bairro do Limao. In that time, the sidewalks hadn't pavement, making difficult to walk on it, leaving my foot prints on the mud, step by step, in a childish way. I miss all my school days including my Alphabet book, the notation papers, the pencil and eraser, that I used to hold in my hands, with no bag at all. It reminds me that I did have very little but enough to give me hope to welcome my unknown future.

Sometimes, this feeling of Nostalgia goes back at the moments that I had at the yard of the rental house that we, my small family, used to live at the Bairro do Limao. That small piece of land was de canvas for all my dreams and wishes for a better adulthood. Also, in that same backyard, I used to play a lot of childhood games, and laying down on the ground watching the clouds passing by, with no rush, through out the vastness blue sky. That time frame was precious and meaningful.

I miss my neighbor, a lady called Maria, singing Italian songs, while putting the clean clothes in the line to dry. I think her melodies helped her to remember her Italy, like today this recollection of her, make me to feel nostalgic about Sao Paulo. I also miss the small vendor called Emporio Santa Filomena, where we used to buy groceries, milk, bread, and sometimes some candy, we always had a sweet tooth. At that time, the money wise sense was a little bit different than today, we had almost nothing but we used to share much more, and feel happier with less.

I will never forget, my way home from work, in the early evening, walking up the Carolina Soares street, passing through Canaan park. I was a little bit older, in my early 20's, my steps were more confident in the pavement, or at least I thought it was, because I was reaching the adulthood. The future? Unpredictable, It was still uncertain, like in my infanthood moments. Those are just a few moments that I missed of my Sao Paulo, city that saw me grewing up and saw me saying Good bye.

Ah!! Nostalgia, a word with a meaningful past. Moments, persons, places, and feelings that aren't physically there, but alive in my memory. Sao Paulo, a city, that carries all my candid memories, but unfortunately, nowadays so far in distance.