Wishes are children who never grow up
Bubbles floating in the air
Boats drowned at sea
Seduction to enjoy the apple of sin
Abandonment of memory. Ash turned to bait
Wishes are like hieroglyphs of the ancient world. Message in a bottle
True wishes are those
we don't recognize yet
Since we do not have the courage to admit to ourselves
And deep in the most distant angles
we close our eyes in the dark room with no windows
We wonder whose wishes are really
ours or the shadows that surround us.
Wishes are like timid migratory birds
They come from unknown places. And go back to unknown ones.