Siblings

We leave of walking Discalced
On the red earth
We cease to to blow flowers
Whites pompons in the field.

We cease to give name
To the trees and sing to them
Talk to them,
Give our infancy
For them to carry us
Up to the bluest sky in the world.

We leave from running
With open arms
Embracing the Wind
seeking leaves
Chlorophyll and paper
Laughing at of happiness

silly thing
That adults want
And seek.
Do not have asked us
A where she was
Least because we never imagine
On it.

Today, already erased
Your footprints
Have already been born other flowers
But no one bloweth
Fall leaves in the bush
And are there intact
Up to they rot,
The wind vanishes
Why has no one
And the trees?
Dries up little by little
Of loneliness. By dying
It are told that
How belong together.

Now
We seek to
And we think
Happiness.