What have we done?
Fierce loneliness,
forsaken children
Who never asked to be born.

I want to take their hands
And become their sister, their mother.

What have you done?
Monster of royalty fee,
Blood on the iron plate,
hunger in the estomach,
Swept like a tornado,
Without think about tomorrow.

There is no butterfly in the belly.
I want to give them a place to hide near,
Far from those ones
who killed them from the inside
with an uninterested gesture.

What have we done?
Let go this insane silence,
Insignificant,
theses loves takin place and time.

Let the sixtieth second bring us to ashes,
Our lil existences before theirs.
What will we do now?