TOM THUMB

I never confessed to you

That what I told you about David was a lie

And Goliath,

The fearsome giant of my story…

That giants learn to be alone,

They are more vulnerable than children.

There are good giants crying at night

And evil dwarfs who kill sparrows.

   I never told you that I feared you grow

And discover

That there was no one

To hear the stories we invented.

Never told you that we, seniors,

Didn´t want to grow either,

Didn´t want to discover ourself

-half children and half adults-

in other different theatre footlights.

And you were transferring your role as a small boy

And one day, without stones

To return home,

-follow-bent on the sly-

in our street we found you,

around a corner,

around…

                  all.

      (From Cemetery of sparrows)