In the hands of the utterly undefendable,
in the eyes of the unfortunately unseen,
in the gusts of the unheard words,
there is a crime, in the childhood,
there is a pain, in the elderly,
a poem of the futile and the forgotten
cried on the walls and the faces.
Can’t you hear the emptiness?
Can’t you hear the silence?
Other mouths and other lips,
tongues of past claps, hidden
in emotional disguises.
You, following merchants and blings,
can’t you just be?, without pretending?
In the glimpse of the celebrated birth
you’ll have to remember the songs
chimed in your heart, time ago,
and feel the love, deep inside.
