Voá Borboleta...

A butterfly hovers closely
And then quickly moves away,
Swiftly going where so ever
Her heart may freely say.

A butterfly lowers and rises
With the wind's gusty breath,
As if coupled within a dance
Of a loving tenderness.

The butterfly only knows
How it feels to have wings,
To kiss the petals of flowers
In such elegant flitterings.

To have but one moment
Of such an exquisite flight,
Would be like a dream
Where all seems so right.

De que vale ter asas se não se sabe voar? De que vale voar se não se sente o vento no cabelo? Vale pelo momento, pelo sonho, pela felicidade. Um fantástico 2007!