People stop being hypocritical of you, or you touch this or that little one , you run away from me, like a little deer, you upset me, and because your hair from this side to the little side has played with me and my heart, two eyes and two little eyebrows
look into my eyes, the rain behind the glass in my heart, the little fire in me and the burning of me, for
the little eternity, the promise you made in you. You broke your arm , didnt you say no, little one?
