Si Peter Pan Viniera

If Peter Pan came to find me on a blue night,
catch me off guard in the dark. Please, don’t turn on the light,
I don’t want him to find out that I tend to lie
when I swear I’m still that kid.
Who’s gonna tell him that the big city
left none, not a single one, alive.

Shooting stars, my briefest moment, breathe the smoke,
they hear the silent whispers that rise from their bellies.
They were thrown off the cliff
of the cruel slum,
fleeing from the hyenas, from death squads.

If Peter Pan came to find me on a blue night,
let the suns go out, where the hell will you hide?
Mowgli will sew boots in Ceylon,
won’t hear Bagheera roar at night.
Tom Sawyer will laugh through the crack smoke
if he manages to save his life in this raid.

If Peter Pan came to find me on a blue night,
let him catch us off guard, please turn off the light.
If you want to prevent the storm
from burning the fever of old children.
Who will make him understand that at dawn
they lock their tired eyes with shackles.

Children I lost, to whom I lied,
cry out from afar, scratching the ice of the morning light.
Children with thorns, with empty sockets,
who throw stones at you,
taint the sirens of all the ambulances.