A child, a child of sixteen,
A child of spring
Lying on the path...
She lived in one of those neighborhoods
Where everyone is rich in die.
She had left her parents
To follow a boy, a bohemian
Who knew how to say “I love you” so well.
It became overwhelming,
And their two sunny hearts
Departed without leaving an address,
Taking just their youth
And the sweetness of their sin.
A child, a child of sixteen,
br/>A child of spring
Lying on the path...
Their hearts had no seasons
And did not want prison.
Both lived by day the day,
Never staying in the same place.
Their hearts needed space
To contain such love.
Its present as well as its future,
It was this magnificent love
That rocked her like a song
And lost her eyes in the azure.
A child, a child of sixteen,
A child of spring
Lying on the path...
But her love was too great,
Too big for the soul of a child.
She lived only by her heart
And his heart made a world for itself,
But God does not accept worlds
Of which he is not the Creator.
Love being their only feast,
br/>He left her for a few crumbs.
So, his life retreated
And then the child knew hunger.
A child, a child of sixteen,
A child of spring
Lying on the path
... dead..!
Aaaah...

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