The groove engraved on my face
rolled like a baggy ball
between reason and feelings
was filled with clear waters
while mirroring in the child’s eyes
so easyly taking from my hand
a second-hand coat and an old toy
he was finding his fate here
and conciliating with it

Me not

I wished to carry myself home
like I was mirrored in his eyes
but he looked over me just for a second
and after that he turned back and ran away
unto the rest of all his days
without telling me what means
this momentary wilderness
from the corner of the street
and from the inside of me