I cannot explain childhood.
\nIt is a mystery.
\nMore real than the hand
\nI put on the table.
\nMore faraway than the untouchable horizon.
\nBetween here and there,
\nsomething broke.
\nA wall toppled over.
\nA road ended
\nand I don\u2019t know where.<\/p>\n
The man who looks,
\nrummages inside,
\nlooks out basement windows,
\ndoes not belong in that country.
\nI don\u2019t remember the language.
\nThere was a silhouette on the wall,
\ngrown and flown away.
\nFrom the crib I could see the face,
\nand then it disappears.<\/p>\n
How many ages came and went?
\nHere child,
\nsit beside me.
\nDo not be afraid.
\nI am a ghost with laughter inside,
\nand tears that never dry.
\nWhat I am does not belong to you.
\nDo not try to know me.
\nThe roots of my father
\nare inside us both.
\nBut you are the flower.
\nYou are the spring.<\/p>\n
I remember each year
\nwhen the sun returns,
\nand nothing has changed
\nexcept the shore is further away.
\nGo and play.
\nYou justly
\nbelong to eternity.
\nI will become the earth,
\nwhere the grass grows.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I cannot explain childhood. It is a mystery. More real than the hand I put on the table. More faraway than the untouchable horizon. Between…<\/p>\n