END SUMMER
late summer
become children
run along the boardwalk, run in the wind.
I was afraid not to return.
Because children sometimes
not return. No one knows why but they too
die. They
, solar fruit: oranges, pomegranates
persimmons. Juicy
in the fall. Anyone who lives within me
also back, still running
in my days.
'm laughing eyes, her eyes shining like nails
small chrome. I feel his fingers
singing in the rain.
The boy is back. Run into the wind.
(Eugenio de Andrade, solar Materia, Barcelona, \u200b\u200bGalaxia Gutenberg / CĂrculo de Lectores, 2oo4, p. 343.)