They were in silence,
watching each one of my movements…
wiping away my tears…
hugging my fears…

They looked like old echoes,
between the corridors of the mess…
Empty words,
lost boats without port…

Renouncing their rights,
forgetting their misgivings…
Beating between the sea of ​​doubts,
calming the desert waves…

They were, the bravest,
that though silenced…
are the questions of the heart…
and of the future, maybe not uncertain…