DAWN

I love the color of dawn; it fills my soul with the breaths of the revolutionaries and holds my dreams above the wings of freedom. I emerge among its spikes as a green song, and fly over its flowers as a butterfly that the rain has wet her eyes. Dawn is the color that does not know fear and does not know lying; like the remote land has been seen by the ancestors. By its whispers, I return fascinated between the branches, kiss the face of the water and sing songs that have long loved by time. At that moment, there will be no space for pale words on my lips because the dawn is a life that doesn't know death.

2017