The little colored butterfly
Swinging in the space...
The little light butterfly
Want to leave the shadows
Abandon her safety and go near the candle
The little stupid butterfly
Want to get rid of the killing cold
Want to be warm
In her narrow veins
Dose she know
That she will burn? ?
Beyond her madness
The ignored sound
The warning
The sign
Can she read it?
Can she understand?
Maybe she will
Maybe she won't...
But what I know
She will fell down
And sup the orange flame
Falling the colored ashes of the little butterfly
On the edge of the white candle of hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem