Fallen Angel (English)
The boy's face looked like the Little Prince.
Coat below the knees.
But he's not wielding a marlin,
And little bare feet trampling
The cold pavement of the street.
Maybe a small angel,
Which, by the carelessness of the Holy God
Did he come to this neighborhood?
When he saw me,
Came running and smiling
A helping hand already extended:
"Do you have a change for me, buddy?".
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