The spelling of silence as a policy
Against future insuring
The shawl of light more and more easily
Glides from the shoulders and stops luring

People can even simulate a divine peace
If they hide their palms
From the bosom, belly, and hands menace
The still worn hearts

The cool shivers are because the error
To choose as support column the spinal marrow

Like linen yearnings lye
Waiting to dry in a polished show-window
From almost nothing, they start to cry
Definitely, each human being is a child’s limbo

For some of them the survival way
Is forever lonesome to play
Making a store of toys and games hidden inside
Because they have to face the future by silence or lie