Under a Christmas tree a hand leaves
miniature figures:
an idle mother,
an unemployed carpenter
a child dressed in rags,
and a few gangly animals.
close to this mini family of miserable
the hand also leaves
three bearded foreigners,
one is as black as those Senegalese who
to those who kick the goods in the streets.
and at hand
he does not dislike that tattered presence
in the living room of his house, next to the armchairs.
joyful hand moves away and puts on the table
nougats and sweet bread.
RINGGGG the street bell rings.
the hand comes out and opens
and is disliked.
on the other side a poor and poorly dressed couple
holds in her arms a child in swaddling clothes,
around him a pair of skinny dogs scratch themselves.
the hand says it has nothing and closes.
He does not want any sadness from others at these parties.
that hand worked hard and deserves to be happy.
what the hell!
the poor family continues to walk
from door to door, from century to century.
from manger to manger.