The world comes through the door
with a thousand flavors that I can not remember
how what I look has grown
the old noises are no longer good for talking
I already discovered the elevators
theaters and constructions
the match and the plane
and other things that I know well
that when a child did not know how to observe
then I did not need
with games always enough
to understand
to understand.
It grew even as a sky
full of objects
that shone like the sun
how to live in front of a mirror
and not knowing until you touch it
and see me
and everything grows in each book
in each tape, in each story
in every view around
and it is painful to learn to live
everything desecrates vital care
there are so many lights in the room
so many people who call us
that you do not hear anything
that you do not hear anything
This piece of history
he is brave to see and to rest
it seems that it is definitive
Everything is broken and everything starts again.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)