FIREFLIES
Like blind fireflies of love,
my eyes cross the dark tunnel
of the life.
Like butterflies with broken wings
my feet stumble continuously,
in the dead-end streets of oblivion.
Constantly looking for a guide
of love detached and firm.
May I take my trembling hands
desirous of sublime love.
My little box of illusions is every time
more empty and only the song remains
of a lonely and loving lark
That looks for a nest where to settle.
A nest full of colorful feathers.
that give color and light to my life.
To light the little flame
of my being still excited
And to be reborn.
Like blind fireflies of love
