Child Day

Poem.


The dream crosses
sleeping earth,
and suddenly
double your corner.

On your street
is already
his chariot
paper.
Child wanted:
advanced sleep
and stops
front of your house.
And up
your knocker
with his hand
cotton.

Already hear the cricket
that, with his key,
opens the door
to pass.

And the traveler
comes to you
with its passage
of wallflower.




Rime.

The cat without boots
Pure greedy
Woke up sick
An evil disease


The distressed cat
No doubt the reason
Some food
Or a stealth jump


The frightened cat
Confesses his guilt
Ate trust
Five rats together