Romance of the son

Romance of the son

It could have been
beautiful as a hyacinth
with your eyes and your mouth
and your skin color of wheat;
but with a big heart
and crazy as mine.

It would have been able to go,
on Sunday evenings,
my hand and yours,
in his sailor costume,
wearing an anchor arm
and the CAP an old name.

I come to you
in the sweet and living things
in open laughter
and out of instinct;
and to me, that perhaps, leaving
in the sad and the lyrical
and in this clumsy way
see all different.

Oh, what room with toys!
love, had!...
Three horses, two swords,
a green car of pine,
a train with seven stations,
a boat, a bird, a home…
and one hundred soldiers of lead,
Silver and gold dresses.