THE LITTLE PRINCE
Why are you afflicted, my boy,
If you are so young boy?
There are strange things around the corner,
That life itself does not know.
Think of the sky that awaits you, boy,
There are things that we do not forget,
There is a moon,
There are meteors.
Do not cry boy, I adore you,
I'd like you to stay here;
For out there the tempest falls,
And badness goes around.
For now, my sweet boy.
Stand here and do not walk in the rain;
Wait for the sun that soon dawns,
High above the clouds.
Your rose awaits you afflicted,
On your particular planet,
Beyond infinite,
But wait for the comet to pass.
* J.L.BORGES
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