Niños
Joan Manuel Serrat
Children
Children... Life at ground level and high glances, warm silk of snow and fresh mud on the cheeks. Children... Hope and envy, heart's jingles, unfaithful like time, sudden like luck (or like death), mean and playful, children, fraudulent and secretive or prodigal like sultans; terrorists of sun and dew in the gardens, fearful in deserted night; fearless murderers of roses and dragonflies, merchants of flattery, addicted to sweetness, drunk on milk. Children... The furtive voluptuousness of splashing and mud, the unfulfilled promise of blood love! Disguise of the storm, adornment of pain, painting of pity, tide of fear, the loud, deceitful and abundant tears, the weapons of their civil war with the giants.