There she goes dressed in white
leaving warm innocence suspended,
angelic look,
and the wishes of a naughty girl.
There she goes erasing hopscotch,
the clouds with her shapes,
the hours of the naps painted with blackberries,
fingers with earth,
honey candies.
fairy tales
the stones in the pockets.
Today she leaves behind the sighs,
wishes with fingers crossed
when a star falls
Counting clovers leaves,
Blow bakers to the wind.
The defoliation of daisies,
frown
when the sticky drizzle falls
to lick her eyes.
there she goes
drawing a fake adulthood,
an unconscious love
Her cold countenance
pale and lost
next to his sad look
that she, fallen and tearful, screams
the brutal mandate
that binds her and pity.

Such a girl is that girl
that she walks down the aisle
of the sacrifice.
So crazy that society
that exposes her
to the cruel reality
that keeps her from following
ringing.