Songs Flying in the Sky


Songs fly in the sky
like swallows in the spring
looking for their nest,
those of the last season.
They carry hopeful eyes—
indefinable souls
looking like distant stars
that exist in dreams
and ancient fairy tales
when the soul becomes pure.

Songs fly in the sky
enveloped by ancient twilight,
by notes barely adverted
like the soft sighs
of two hidden lovers
who bring their souls
and exchange their hearts
in eternal promises,
in breaths
until the sun returns.

We are songs flying in the sky—so many souls, hand in hand, waiting at the station, each with their own weight, their long, lonely nights looking for a reason. Many identical and different paths meet themselves, and, at every junction of souls, a heat wave surprises us.