I saw the northern lights
and slept on the beach
to watch how the sun
greeted the morning

I cried at  Güell Park
and wept at Monet´s garden
to handle the beauty
I never see again

I kissed a stranger in Rome
and lid the candles in cathedrals  
I met the beautiful people
and make them my friends

And yet
I´d exchange all of that
for the little wrinkle you had
last time you smiled at me