I looked in your heart and I fall in love with what I saw
I like it there, is warm, fluffy and not so crowded
like the hearts of other man I've been inside
for a small period of time.

people on the street talk loud
and the eavesdropping sounded
exactly like that:
there are too many explanations
most of them overlooked by love,
but with time comes a feeling
that grows inside the mind
replaying in unexpected moments
there is definitely something selfishness
*in not showing affection.

I've heard some words that bring just pain
mostly from moms or dads that fight with fists,
and
I've seen some kids that stay just still,
five minutes or at least.
I was so scared that poor children can be
living statues at the gate.
the gate that's border between now and then
or I rather say, between us and them.
I've heard sounds that keep me up at night,
even in dreams everything is
with silent screams
while my heart is bent in two.

searching deep beneath and high above
for special little things in people to see,
to help understand the flows that are carried
in mind, or on shoulders, or in heavy walking
down the street,
it doesn't matter what is there,
we find only what we can recognize and what we need
since the first day to the last in our lives.