THE CHILD WITHOUT CHRISTMAS

Like autumn leaves that fell,
The calendar pages flow away
Taking the years of a child,
Changing the present of a man.

A child that never had a Christmas,
Who gave himself an imaginary gift,
In the games and objects he created
In his world of fantasy and hardness.

The clouds were his companions.
The sun warmed the hours of early work.
The river was a friend in his bitterness,
And a caress in his despair.

He played with dust and wind,
Answering his own doubts,
Taking his dreams to the stars,
Wrapping his voice in a song.

The child of yesterday, the man of today,
Giving all the tenderness and care
To those, that in their fortune,
Are walking a road of love; the love he never had.