I.
Us, meeting for the first time.
 My mom likes your mom,
 and my dad talks to yours.
  I love your blue dress
  and the funny way your hair
  dances on the stars of your shoulders.
       I didn’t knew back then,
but I even liked the sad love cooling your eyes.

II.
Us, meeting for the first time after death.
 My mom is gone, and your wishes to be too.
 Your dad has left and mine prays for me.
  I hate the black you wore,
  that programmed protocol talk,
  and that I didn’t knew you were taller than me.
          I knew right there
that I hated you in spite my heart.

IV.
Us, meeting for the first time after the third day.
 Your mom is so happy, it angers me.
 My dad barely knows me, and yours is long gone.
  Everyone fears you,
  they run as if the shadow could reach them.
  But there is no one as scared as you,
          the one who fears its own shadow.
It makes me angrier.

(-I hate your name,
I want to hit you hard
and never see you again.)
[-Then, hit me.]

V.
Us, meeting for the first time in Heaven.
 With another name, you stand.
 I know all your marks and clothes,
my favorite is the blue cape
and the orange, because It’s mine.
  I’m a son to your mother
  like you are a son to my father.
  The sad love is gone, you shine
         as you look up and the tips of your
mess dances in the stars on your shoulders.

(-It’s not fair.
I look at you and I can’t breathe,
you stole my life away once more.)
[-Then, love me a little? Maybe?]