At the year we met
doing sand molds
very soon we discovered:
you were a boy and I was a girl
On the second summer,
we scaped from the grandma
following a tick,
and we discovered that the world
wasn't only our home
Time of sun,
little patent-leather shoes
Time of light,
me in pink and you of blue
Time of sun,
little starch hoods
Time of light,
me in pink and you of blue
In a summer afternoon,
after many years,
we discovered the sigh
with a strange feeling
Stones and trees of the river
are still carved
by our children hands,
drawn hearts
with your name and mine,
two arrow-crossed hearts,
wounded of the first love
Rude and severe
time made his job
good things never last;
we discovered suddenly
with feeling and pain;
our love came undone
like the sand molds