Next time i'm a kid
I am going to play with the ball
to the river
more times
to see the face
who have naps.
To run.
Catch you at night
(and let you go),
because that's the way
to come back
and feel the screams
in the middle of the round.
Next time,
eventually,
I'm going to hold your hand
when the evening turns to fire
and the sun hides from the houses of the Villa
because we went out,
to speak of the dead and the living, without fear.
I will save your perfume, next time,
to breathe you
dawn
stop being a child.