Afonso

A child is born and his eyes are dark like two little moons, rolling around the world of lights he is arrived in

Afonso has got a name, parents and grand-mothers, who are now rolling around him too

I, your granny whom you have never seen, welcomes you with a smart delicate smile. You are not a simple new-born, you are Afonso, and I will cherrish you forever, my delicate branch of this tree.