When I got up, to no alarm,
The child was already awake.
Herald of future before the sun
He greeted me.
Promise to unfold, he kissed me.
After breakfast, we ventured forth
Into open year of possibilities,
Of freeways and traffic lights,
SLOW MEN AT WORK
And peoplerise.
In calle commercio I bought me
A new pair of shoes.
The child fancied a book and
Drawing pencils of many colors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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