Fear - Gabriela Mistral
Fear - Gabriela Mistral I don’t want them to turn my little girl into a swallow. She would fly far away into the sky And never fly again to my straw bed or she would nest in the eaves 5 Where I could not comb her hair. I don’t want them to turn my little girl into a swallow. I don’t want them to make my little girl a princess. 10 In tiny golden slippers how could she play on the meadow? And when night came, no longer would she sleep at my side. I don’t want them to make 15 my little girl a princess. And even less do I want them one day to ma...