I won’t tell you a bed time story,All my tales are now on a tiny bits of paper,Bits of paper, inhabited by faces, bodies and voices Of those who refused to enter or daily nightmare,They refused to see the monster who swallowed the fairies of our colored wishes,A monster that kidnapped every smile from the faces of my children,Every sent of a loving grandmother,A monster that changed the color of the earth,Changed the voices of my father and mother,So, I took my tiny bits of paper and threw them for the birds,Some, I put under my pillow, some under the pillow of my children , Hoping it could be a window of light in the darkened room,Because there,we have loved ones that are waiting for us.
