FIREFLIES
Like blind fireflies of love,
My eyes go through the dark tunnel
of the life.
Like butterflies with broken wings
My feet stumble continuously
in the narrow streets of oblivion.
Continuously looking for a guide
of detached and firm love.
I take my shaking hands
Desiring sublime love.
My little box of illusions is every time
more empty and only the song remains
of a lonely and loving lark
Looking for a nest where to perch.
A nest full of colorful feathers.
That give color and light to my life.
Let the little flame light
of my being still excited
And be reborn again.
Like blind fireflies of love.
