In times of innocence

In times of innocence

I saw my grandmother dead

Stretched out in a coffin full of flowers.

I then discovered that the death existed

Just for grandparents.

In times of innocence

I thought that babies were born spontaneously

People just had to be married correctly.

What about the number of children?

Well, this was with God!

For some people He sent one, for others eight, ten and even twelve!

To my mother He sent only six!

I lived enchanted with the world

After school I had just to put on shabby pants

And go on to the adventure of finding ripe mango

That offered generously in our backyard.

My mother watched everything from the window

Full of laughter and joy.

The world was magical and life was beautiful

It was my innocence intact and genuine

My happy girl life.

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