Spring is here,

and we applaud her

from our windows and balconies,

Without realizing it,

that autumn he left

no goodbye,

without hug,

not a kiss in the wind.

We came to the sweet house

and the four walls of our house

became chains,

who imprisoned us

behind the doors,

without being capable of the joys

in the shadows

of drawn curtains.

They left,

unable to say

Goodbye!

Without reproach,

not a tear,

nor waking up at night

in front of their body,

without flower aroma

of cemeteries.

They left,

and fish birds

wanted to circulate in their memory,

U.S. too,

from our windows and balconies,

we are silent.

We were just scared ...