El niño nos mira desde la eternidad , precisamente por eso el color está difuminado en una atmósfera especial y etérea.
La mirada es un mensaje al presente.
The house of my childhood had no mirrors,
the muddy roadside,
leaning on his years
had no windows,
anything that would reflect the sun.
Our house was a poor little house;
from time to time, the storms of my childhood
and the north wind,
shook our weak hut
and caused great fear,
the wind wanted to uproot the foundations invisible
and thin, moist walls
strongly vibrated
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