Ma Eugenia Carrasco
A sunny day with clear blue sky it was,
When a neglected-looking child came to me,
And with a face of sadness and uncertainty,
He told me his short story, big for his age.
Soon he will be a man and his life is yet as an ownerless animal’s one,
He weeps, asks for help, does not support to live abandoned,
Orphan; neither hearth nor food, he wants to study.