Life in the Darkness
In the cold, desolate walls of a prison, a poet remembers the freshness of a lost time, where the joy of childhood shone brightly, oblivious to the harshness of his present. Life began to take shape amidst the deepest misery, a small heartbeat that filled his mother’s chest with hope, while despair and cold took hold of his father’s heart.
The Embrace of Motherhood
The mother, fear etched in her eyes, held her son tightly, hoping that her little boy would not fear the echoes of war that resonated outside her window. Despite the darkness that enveloped the room, the child’s face, illuminated by innocence, shone with pure happiness, a gleam that defied the fear that surrounded her.
The Dance of the Stars
As the stars danced in the sky and the moon fell silent, the mother clung to her son, crying silently for fear that the war might take away his childhood. With wet cheeks, she prayed that her little boy would not become a sad orphan, like so many others who had lost their home.
Hope in the Eyes of the Child
The infant’s eyes, though he had not yet experienced the horror of violence, reflected a calm that disarmed his mother’s fear. Each of his smiles was a ray of light that illuminated the darkness, a reminder that, despite everything, life went on. The poet longed for his son to never know the harshness of oppression, for his skin to always be safe from the violence that threatened his existence.
The Desire for Freedom
Hoping that his son would enjoy a life free of suffering, the poet wished that the war would become a distant echo. He longed for his little one to know flavors beyond the onion, for his soul to be touched only by love and not by the pain of a torn world.
Words that leave a mark
In the midst of his suffering, the poet captured his longing on paper, letting his words flow like a river of emotions. However, malnutrition and hopelessness consumed him, and his voice slowly faded away, while his son became the symbol of a hope that must endure. The words of love he dedicated to his little boy would remain engraved on that paper, a testimony of his struggle for a better future.
A Reflection in Silence
Thus, as the wind rocked the child’s cradle, the poet dreamed of a world where war was only a distant memory and where love could blossom in every corner. Life, in its purest form, should prevail, and the echo of its hopes should resonate in every note of the music that filled the starry nights.
