Butterflies are colorful words that fly
the stars and the night
the costumes of death
All the steps of man are lost
the psalms and the waters of heaven also
no season venero
Winter or summer is the same
to become an archaeologist of the nineteenth
amazed in the valley of lightning
where men are small and adorable animals
and so I tell you
goodbye faraway country flag
I remember you
that butterflies are colorful words that fly.