Wandering on desert's sand under a relentless sun...some are water thirsty, others, like alcoholics, can't get enough from their glasses, yet, a few will never quelch the thirst for a mother as long as they are alive.

Many things I could do
if I were a child,
climb to the top of the trees
or run like a wind going mad.

Pursue the moving shadows
if I were a child,
to every corner of the garden
kissing them with my laugh.

Throw questions and questions
if I were a child,
to every person in the world
and for answers not wait.

Many thing I could be
if I were a child,
from a love-starved orphan
to a bundle in a mother's arms.