Amanda

I remember you, Amanda,
the streets getting wet,
going to the factory
where Manuel worked.
The wide smile
the rain on your face
nothing mattered to you
because you would meet
with him, with him, with him.
Just for a while,
life is eternal
in this moment.
The siren sounds
back to work,
and you walked
illuminating everything
and the short moment
made you bloom.
I remember you, Amanda,
the streets getting wet,
going to the factory
where Manuel worked.
The wide smile
the rain on your face
nothing mattered to you
because you would meet
with him, with him, with him.
who went to the mountains,
who did no harm,
who went to the mountains
and in a short time
they destroyed him,
the siren sounds,
back to work,
many did not return,
neither did Manuel.
I remember you, Amanda,
the streets getting wet,
going to the factory
where Manuel worked.