I used to believe that my eyes were filled with happiness, but in reality, it was my perseverance that filled them, leading to the tranquility I experienced while leaning against a tree and waiting.

 

 

MAYBE

In the foam of countless waves

I searched for the purity of love

loving is a color

or maybe I searched for love in a color

I get happy as I look into the distance

It is a strange feeling to feel the distance close

people miss the distances they have never been to

I would like to dedicate my hopes to the sky, maybe

If this chagrin did not weigh heavy

I want to remind you of your beauty as I approach the obscurity

despite everything

I am saying goodbye, maybe 

but you in every bud

remember me.

 

 HEART CANDLE

on a daunted night, at my table 

for the most part, a candle burns 

my neck hangs down in its blue

pulls me down, brings me  together with my sorrow

but this is the heart

it does not display that it melts like a candle 

the ashes fall from my eyes

concomitantly, a pile of hope is woven into my eyelashes.