I read your signs
Worship your voices
Your figure so fine
Your lips a treasure
Your sense of humor
Your innate desire of integrity
Your sense of honor
Responsibility
When you open your arms
In the rays of light
Here I found you
Blue butterflies
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody?
I listen…
No footsteps in the straight line
I’m dancing all around
Scratching my skin
The moon is rising high
I feel the air
Licking my nape
Is there anybody out there?
I survived
I look for blue butterflies
I’m searching for rarity
Looking for the true kind
The sole beauty
I was hiding my flesh from the sun
Hiding from cruelty
Now I’m back, I’m alive
Free
The Dead Man says:
“Torture is an irony
But for the living
A fatality!”
He says: “take a deep breath
Before your jump
Into that clump
Of vicious vanity”
I look for blue butterflies
I’m searching for rarity
Looking for the true kind
The sole beauty
I was hiding my flesh from the sun
Hiding from cruelty
Now I’m back, I’m alive
To my own reality
There’s a story
Behind our prayers
Those inner connections
Too difficult to bare
Can you hold your breath, your thoughts,
your tears until you clean out your own intricacies?
I look for blue butterflies
I’m searching for rarity
Looking for the true kind
The sole beauty
I was hiding my flesh from the sun
Hiding from cruelty
Now I’m back, I’m alive
Free
