In April with its showers
I stood on the banks of the river, Lethe
some people were talking
in the rooms they had caused to be made
but I don’t know who they are
asking is this my life also
and take from my mouth the word love
that falls like a water between stones
My child thinks her shoes get smaller
not knowing about growth
the mouths of some professors are shut
like a boot against water
not knowing growth either