Ode to the New Children

The thick night, orphaned of diamond purples,

Hoards the memories of children who draw

The forgotten bright smiles

That scattered on beds

Soaked with bittersweet sweat

Standing, announce the rebirth of the children

Of the true man.

The eyes of the night

Marked by their dark gazes

Untie the embittered sorrows

That took root in the endless meadows

Surrounded by broken chains.

And on the shores of the dirty pebbles

The caresses of a tired sea are curled

That claims the memories

Of the withered promises

By the lullabies murmured

Among the humid tubular puffs