I was shivering
Poem of the long arrival
A shivering
In the footprint of time
You were digging
Home by the fields
Digging
For the temptation of light
We were playing
Heaven of heavy songs
The game
By the place of our childhoods

I was scarifying
Our names engraved in a tree
Scarifying
Time kept growing
You were climbing
Between the glistening of branches
Climbing
For freedom

When did this happen?
Where did the pregnant girl go to?

I was writing
Writing
Staying