Traumas

My father once told me
Never to lie

But he also forgot
To tell me the truth

About the reality of the world
That I would come to know

About the traumas that we only feel
After growing up

He spoke of the angels I met
In the delirium of the burning fever

Of my little body suffering
Without understanding anything

My wife one night
Seeing my trembling sleep

Said that nightmares are
Some dormant problem

During the day we try
To disguise with smiles

Something in the soul
That we manage to suffocate

My father tried to fill with fantasy
And embellish the things I saw

But those angels have now gone
Since I grew up

From my childhood now so distant
Those angels in time I lost

My father felt what I feel now
After I grew up

Now I know what my father
Wanted to hide from me

Sometimes lies
Also help us live

Perhaps one day for my son
I'll have to lie too

To embellish the paths
That he will follow one day

My father tried to fill with fantasy
And embellish the things I saw

But those angels have now gone
Since I grew up

From my childhood now so distant
Those angels in time I lost

My father felt
Felt what I feel now
After I grew up

My father tried
Tried to fill with fantasy