The man was sleeping, head bowed as
presumed small
the child to his right was injured;
It was the most passive two
The child was left uncertain;
was of the two most troubled
The boy on the ground crying,
shouted Help! My name is
After preparing the child athlete, said
Ready? Let me know, I called Future
The man raised his head;
The noise was invaded
then opened his eyes looked to his right
revolved on the opposite side, looked the other way
He claimed to have seen nothing;
thought of children having been left
After thinking was warm in his hands;
The man was awake, he saw with him to his two sons.
His eyes were wet
His legs tired
His hard body
His desires tired
His memories even more fed up waiting
Their fears
The man was awake now decided to take care
After waiting for the consolation. Future
at your fingertips.
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