WHEN SILVANO WHISTLED

Little Silvano whistled over the plum tree,

3 meters from the concrete where the world stood,

and the one he observed with his eyes as a child,

people who do not understand advised him to go down,

because his life at that point insurance risk,

and he in his innocent conscience only smiled.

One by one they joined in to try to convince him,

and the kindness to the mistreatment without pause were happening,

and people and more people came like a rabid pack,

for so much freedom could not lead to anything good.

The thinking mob thought and thought the way,

to end that imprudent act of rebellion,

and seeing that they could not even get her smile out,

among them were blamed for such a shameful failure.

An artful hand among the tumult threw a stone,

and behind her, thousands of stones darkened the sky,

and Silvano fell like the truths that no one wants to hear,

to the void of marble men's intolerance.

An old woman watered her stiff body with her tears,

and a ray of sun made focus in his chest,

and the plum tree beside him began to bear fruit,

They fed the children of people who do not understand.