My childhood dragging me to the plateau
Plateau of corn poppies and primroses
Colors are blandishing my eyes
Flowers perfume is the life giving fragrance
Do I sleep under the grass
Peace and restful?
May I have a look at the sky arch from there?
May my heart stepping with the children frail foot?
May my eyes gaze at the pigeon flight?
May I sleep peacefully under the soil
In the heart of dark and cold soil?
May I calm?
May I rest?