My little girl’s shoes
Amazing, this shoe has wings
This is a shoe that slips
From my little girl’s feet.
He leaves quickly
When no one can see it.
Shoes are not made to cuff your skin:
Here he slides carefully
Maybe he’ll hide for a cup of tea.
There, my girl puts it down,
Because the soles of her feet are pools and paths.
Open fields, honey and sea
There are no shoes for this little girl to fly with the sun:
Here she crosses the world barefoot,
Like a lost flower.
