Do you remember – some specters – your childhood in this stone city?
It has passed for you in games between cold concrete, and more, you are still young.
Do you remember – some specters – how an emerald holy spring day
the heavy rain is raining, it rains long over me in the gray day.
But here is the sound of a child’s voice gives birth to quiet affection, gives birth to joy in us.
Your children are playing out now.
Do you remember as if you were whispering your childhood – look out.
Here is the sound of a child’s voice it gives quiet affection it gives birth to joy in us.
My kids are playing out now.