Invisible Winged Being

(...) Love is this enchanted force
that messes up the bed and nothingness.
It cuts, destroys and reduces us
It's like a burning star
that cuts people off.
It fills us with strength and the cross (...)

(...) Where are the wings
lent to me
by the angels?
Well, if it wasn't the angels,
it was the butterflies...
Where are they, I ask anxiously,
these borrowed wings?(...)


PAR