Hallazgo De Las Piedras

The world comes through the door
With a thousand flavors I can't remember.
How what I see has grown:
The old noises no longer serve to speak.
I already discovered the elevators,
The cinemas and the buildings,
The matchbox and the airplane;
And other things I know well,
That as a child I couldn't observe
(then I didn't need to:
With games it's always enough
To understand).
I grew up evenly like a sky
Full of objects shining in the sun,
Like living in front of a mirror
And not knowing it until I touch and see myself.
And everything grows in every book,
In every film, in every story
In every view around.
And it's painful to learn to live:
Everything profanes vital attention.
There are so many lights in the room
So many people calling us
That nothing can be heard.
This piece of history
Is tough to see and rest.
It seems definitive
Everything breaks and everything starts again.