Nothing seems so monotonous
The fields are empty
Whitish
The sounds take the place of steps
Slowly close
Down the street in the direction of nothing
Disappear
That leaves the laughter, the flowers
The wet ground
Goodness closed chest
Single image of a love of childhood
Secret child life unravels
And kills the purity
Dropping the pieces to own luck
Around me
Only the old wall still breathing
Supports the wind, fire, rain
The arms and hugs
Gift that will dominate
When the pain exceeds
Far from wanting to understand
The why of that tear.