Don’t be mad about that boy

Who laughs always at your aspect.

Don’t you see that this is the way he forgets that he is 

 imperfect?  

He will try to make you cry

Not to play with other children.

But you never must respond

Using poison on your tongue. 

 What do you want to know?

Why  are you so different?

If the animals were similar,

It would be illogic to visit the Zoo.

And the stamps in your last album

Beauty hides in differences, too. 

But, wait..  

A tear trembles...in the balcony of your eyes... 

That’s it...Now your brilliant smile triumphs

on your peculiar face,

And sun rises over your different race. 

                                                 MARIA CRISTINA AZCONA