Flavian

I became an adult the day Flavian came to kindergarten
the governess made us share the bed
I am a very friendly child – willing to share water, bed, food
Flavian climbed into my bed wearing shoes; it didn’t bother me, it’s just a child, I thought
he wrapped himself in a my blanket, put his head on my pillow
and probably he dreamed of my dreams

he had blond curls and looked like an angel – an angel who came to teach me to sleep
for I never sleep; I’m just pretending to be, extremely good

I looked at Flavian’s back, admired his slender, white body;
supported with one hand under his head
he holds in his palm the most beautiful mind, still unspoiled

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I became an adult the day Flavian came to kindergarten
the governess made us share the bed
I took of Flavian’s sandals and kissed his soles, saying “I love you”
did I love him? I didn’t even knew what love was
but that little man was crouched beside me
and that’s all you need to know.

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