An infinite number of balloons were let off
through the sky
Small balloons, a million of them
Take names and people that
aren’t here anymore
I run as a child
But I see them more and more away
Lifted face, looking at the sky
Avoiding the tears sheding from my eyes
Stupid sensation of impotence!!!
Like the mother who looses her son in the war
Like the rose that grows and dies among thorns