I dreamed a war, I was a soldier.
Fires weren’t killers, at the beginnings.
They sound as fireworks
during midnight celebrations.
And bombs existed only in my imagination,
till first hit so close,
forcing us to hide
into the darkest corners of the house.
Then I found out!
I was a soldier and I didn’t know
how trained I was,
what fighting skills I hold.
Strategic thoughts and movements
to keep the others safe, alive.
So, as soldier, I become a target.
Missiles chassing me allover and,
until the end, I will run, run, run,
keep distances from the loved one.
Because is my duty, as soldier,
to play and cheat with Death,
keep her away from you,
by keeping you away from me.