Little hasn’t met you yet but her inexperience tunnels the incoming winds
there they come again, in time for the butcher to make ready a hot soup
she is not fully aware of table manners nor is she willing to risk understanding distinctions
the ladder only leads to one place, and that’s where she wants to be, ‘to discover life I have to climb it’
The mystery of the unseen becomes so desiring that she purposes in her heart to conquer vision
but first she must run by the beast, ‘I can’t fight it but I can be strategic’
time is running out, the house is filled with heat
and there as robust as one can be, the beast is in the courts of my presence but it does not move
Little did not fight this battle, empty at last there is dirt and walls and in the far corner the ladder
it is now or never, she begins to climb the ladder and starts to see the horizon
life! how, when did this happened? An entire population awaits, a camp of soldiers, whose loyalty remains at home
and as little walks through the burned civilization, she realizes that she shared the same home
Tears water the ashes, she is too young to understand the future, too young to understand the heart, too young to forget, but young enough to love them, young enough to miss their presence
it is yes, a fulfilling illusion developing her brave heart
El mar y el cielo pintan los verdaderos colores del reencuentro, la arena exclama con el viento, mientras las aves pescan y entienden mejor lo que al ojo humano le cuesta comprender … el instinto de ser libre.
Tapia 