Redhead, dark, blonde and brunette.
They recognized us from a distance and whistled as us, even from the scaffolding.
Confident, shy, crazy, down to earth, we walked along that same road.
Confided love on the steps of the church, tears that flowed in the streets, laughs thrown in the fresh morning air just before school.
Ready to defend ourselves from everything and everyone.
Surrendered to the idea of listening to the defeats of a lifetime.
And grasping hands to get up.
