I relax
with nature
every single night;
I feel her in
the warm wind
sweeping over
my body.
              And in the mornings,
           she shows
     her face
     in my
     cups
   of
coffee.

When the chaos broke out,
I just ran and shouted;
without knowing where to go,
much less who to call.

There weren't lights in the streets.
The houses catching fire
was what lit me up.

So, decided to sit down
and wait for my awful destiny,
he arose from the floor,
grabbed my hand
and took me away.

Sofia was saved too.
She was afraid.
We all were, but he wasn't…
He promised to save us
and he bravely did,
shedding his own blood.

We used to be just children,
but now that's not important.
They want to change us and hurt us,
and now… nothing is important.

The weren't exceptions.
If you were human,
you would have to rebel.

When the disorder was over,
we just wanted to come back home.
However, we had no more home
and we were no more children.

By her heart I was welcomed
and although I have never thanked her
she didn't want to me see lost.

And what would be of flowers
except gifts to dead?

White petals, yellow center;
it's not gift nor flower.
It's daisy, my darling.
That which I'll put in your hair.

And what would be of river
without the ephemerality which it represents?

By his heart I was understood
and although I have gone away
he was willing to answer my request.

And what would be of us
except scared people?

****** wall, cracked wall;
it's not modern art nor delayed.
It's rebellion, my friend.
Reason I follow you.

What would be of world
without disorder which it represents?