sábado, 17 de enero de 2009


Once upon a life,
when the darkness and the beauty
live together
without fights or melancholy,
there was a little dragonfly,
a blue phoenix,
who spend her life
just living,
not for herself,
not for anything,
just waiting
if it was true
that the love will come to her.

The time went by
and no one appeared
and now she is still waiting,
waiting without mind, or live or memory,
the only thing that she jnow
is that she has to wait,
to wait,
to wait