Cachorros

In packs they emerge from school
chirping sparrows incessantly
without splinters yet and without consequences
to take life head-on.

The news that comes from the future
doesn't even seem to bother them;
they live calmly, without rush
because time is on their side.

Puppies of all kinds,
puppies of urgency,
of shapes and ways,
of haste and absences.

Puppies that start
to walk through life.
Puppies that think
that nothing is a lie.

Puppies of loves,
slights and forgetfulness,
of the bitterness
and contradictions.

If sometimes they get lost,
let no one be surprised,
they are simply,
puppies of man.

They look at the world from below,
a perspective of permanent wonder,
it's a crime to show them shortcuts,
to be a man is not so urgent.

Those in charge, it's better if they keep quiet,
their arguments have no value,
as long as puppies live on the streets
whatever they may say, it's pure fiction.

Puppies of no one,
shame of all,
puppies of jail,
puppies of hatred.

Puppies at the expense
of dark reasons,
of indifference,
of ambitions.

Puppies deprived
of love and tenderness,
beaten puppies
by misfortune.

In all times
and all over the earth;
seeds in the wind
that the wind carries away.

If they ask for help
let no one be surprised
they are the puppies
of all men.