I hold a butterfly in my hands, she's alive and I can listen her heart beating, I can feel every breath she takes, and the subtle warmth of her wings. I'm waiting for her to leave, but she has a broken wing, deep in the inside, I can't let her go, for I'll be missing [...]
I wrote you a poem, with butterflies inside, it was in the library, along with my life. I wrote you a poem, with a phantasmagoric touch, and I don't even remember it now, but sure I know, I can't write a similar one. I wrote you a poem, even though you're unreal, even [...]
Now my heart is burning in the back of my mind, fed by hot tears, by kerosene in words, I'm not fully able to hear. You'll burn my throat, when you tell me how you feel, because the rain won't come for a year, if you're not here with me. And kerosene won't stop [...]
