I don’t know what I hear–
I think they’re fireworks.
I don’t know what I see.
They look like fireflies in the sky.
I don’t know what we’re celebrating.
I only see people running.
The shooting stars.
I’ve seen them closer than ever, Mom.
I can’t touch them because they explode and disappear
like magic before my eyes.
It all seems like a circus.
I think I’m part of the event too.
I’ve never been to one, but
I thought the animals were different.
No one smiles, they just cry, Mom.
There are no stars,
But the night shines.
There’s no moon,
But the silence is a scream.
There are no people.
Their shadows haunt me…
I’m scared, Mom.
I’m alone.
Searching for your skin in the roots,
Searching for your voice in the bombs,
Searching for your steps among the rubble
Searching for your body among ghosts.
Where are you, Mom?
It’s dark…
The fireworks aren’t over yet.
But the game is, almost, Mom… you won.
The game of hide-and-seek
I don’t want to play anymore.
I don’t want any more bombs and toy guns.
Come out, Mom!
Where are you…?
Come back, Mom.
I call your name and you don’t answer.
I give up, Mom.
Come out,
I don’t want to play anymore.
You won, Mom.
You won….