I had a motherless childhood
With cousins running here and there
The world was wearing boots
The blood reached the sea
They threw bodies into the river
The river reached the sea
Babe, we're dying of AIDS
Always playing at the sea
While the flowers opened
Divine, drunk, deliriums
With crazies doing somersaults
I only saw that they dragged
Like animals across the lobby
A kiss to the cop on cultural strike
That was being fashionable
Eighties and nineties of false faith
While today the flowers close
And those divine, drunk, deliriums
Of crazies doing somersaults
A new home under the sun