There is great depth charge in these verses, which in turn are simple and easy to understand: the child is locked in a magical world where the soul of those who died live in the house of the size of the world. And as the child has no fear, he is easy to share your space with these souls. I do not know, maybe because of shyness or lack of custom, is to live among the living. Because sometimes life produces more fear than death. Keep in mind that children tend not to fear death because they are unaware of it. And this child's view contrasted the verses begin to build an adult reality: It was necessary to stammer / moment by moment, syllabic / gestures and steps with spurs. The word, learning the language, is what makes us adults. Through language, we are able to separate the dream from reality and putting in place the different aspects of reality.
And that reality is constructed so as strong as the poet says, was necessary to wait for almost all / the rest of my evenings, my life / to retrieve that memory. The poem ends by saying: why become a glut on the market need / gestures and words, other dreams / to learn to live among the living. So Nazarene these words: those spurs of words, that adult learning is that which enables us to live in reality, but we must pay tribute: the loss of innocence. In the second poem, Casamundo, there is a recurring line: Still the house where I lived / was and is, in essence, deep / the same as I was far to seek.