The boy of the ball

Running in the field
with opens arms
for the life
with open arms
to the ball
wings of joy
cob of Silva
accelerating  in curves
small weak legs
and strong to grow
encompass the world
with knees
with  toes

He goes like
a point
tip of pencil
blue, yellow
big shirt  blowed
against the small
and slin body
rag doll
colorful  angel
maide from
matter of people
that makes the heart jump
as a pendant
in the shaking of a train
small question
in a so big field
question alive for
all  of us

wind boy
whole movement
whole joy
which  runs the ball
here and there
throws his arms
light as a ball
in the dream
of  naughty boy
he is the shot
he is the ball
the ball is his sister
he is her brother
he is the ball
the ball is he
there he goes
taking her  in his foot
that takes him  away
in a smile
in a  whisper
in a jump
mischievous
uncertain
fleeting