Floresta de Bétulas

How expensive
Are the flowers
That adorn the ground of the deceased
And as the cold arrives they perish
To huddle
To their loves
Of the snow

Because the cold
The cold decided to freeze
In the tear of the innocent
Who is no longer here

How expensive
Are the leaves
That adorn the April dawn
In the presence of absence
Under the absence of presence
That rest
In silence

Because the sun
The sun decided to warm up
So that the pain
Could finally fade away

But only
Once again
The eyes saw in their vividness
That neither the fury of men
Nor the madness of others
Once the hatred to bloom
(Now it cries its pain)
Could cool the blood
In its fate
Its dilemma
Are signs of yet another memory
Since it is fleeting
Fragile and golden
Not just hours
But immortal forever

Because the light
The light decided to light up
Its night to the west
To remind us
Of how we used to be normal
And suddenly
We were no longer