They were about five or six years-old, hard to tell.
One had a pink dress, the other orange.
Two smiles were shining from their mouths.
The feet, without shoes.
The noses, dripping.
Hands and feet, dirties.
The playground, a dumpster.
They smiled.
The lens closed on them.
5 ou 6 anos talvez, difícil precisar.
Uma de vestido cor-de-rosa, a outra de laranja.
Os sorrisos sobre os lábios.
Os pés descalços,
os narizes escorrendo,
mãos e pés imundos.
O quintal, o lixão.
Sorriam.
Olhavam para a abertura da lente,
que se fechava sobre elas.
