A woman (Esteban Andrés Curci)

 

There was a woman

who was like a child.

She game me three matches

and these matches were to light

the way. 

Selfish yet full of love,

asking for love so intense

and yet doing everything

to keep the world from giving it;

this woman never felt

she deserved it.

A child lost

trying to lead a child home,

so needy and maladjusted,

so tender and spoiled,

graceful and hateful

unprepared for her life.

Anyway,

we are all wandering, too.

All along the way...

And she game me three matches

to light the way.

A child in the dark,

she gave this child

whatever matches

she could find.