The noise of the plane
that flies heroically
in the sky
the eternal child
the unconscious mind
of a blind fate
and the big lake
as a clear stage
enchants with lovely skirmishes
the beautiful butterfly
closed in itself
like in a castle
lovesick because of an ardent
fear of love
the modern minstrel
so unusual
but here comes the knight of air
he goes away
in the red sphere
of the sun at sunset
a slight beat of wings
and the dream
is already lost
so far where the horizon ends
accompanied by the look
of the beautiful butterfly
and by a terrific tear
that flows
on her melancholic face
