by Petru Racolța
I wore it for several years
And we got along like twins,
We had the same thoughts and dreams,
We fit in when choosing games.
Since a time ago, older people began to laugh at him,
And I thought it is best to hide him,
I locked him in the little rooms of my heart
And I only looked for him when I was alone.
He did not resist detention, escaping in a short time,
It seeped through the veins,
And now he’s playing hide-and-seek with me.
Sometimes it gets in my stomach,
Provoking my appetite for the goodness of childhood;
Sometimes it descends to the soles of the feet
And he urges me to go out barefoot through the dewed grass.
But it’s weirder when it enters my brain,
I am reproached for behaving like children,
But I can never be upset about his mischief,
If he left, I would be completely alone
And I would long for the child who taught me to fly without wings.
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