you would have wanted to have
the body of a butterfly, wings, colors, a tongue that
will reach the eye of the flower
where the rainwater gathers
I insist that it has been given by force
along the centuries
a charity that does not deserve, a sword, a shield, some teeth,
So what if we prefer the opposite?
flee, leave the clumsy trail of feet in the sand,
be one with the sea and the night,
There are no enemies, there are not, there are at most doors and behind
shadows occupying imaginary spaces of bones and voices
and nothing else, evil is a waste of time,
to fight or not to fight, maybe you just want not to lift
the heaviest stone,
feel how the matter of the day: asphalt, sounds,
roots, leaves ravaged by the fencing of time,
everything would touch the wood, diamonds, blood of
cosmic animal,
everything will occupy its space, where an ant passes no
a god may step on,
we better tie this light to the heart
and that there is not a single second of mercy
not a single second of mercy
for whoever messes with insignificance
your butterfly wings.