"Butterflies"

If you sleep and feel a danger,
The sun is blocked but in the streets
Someone sees many angels,
Yesterday's fears become a scream.

I don’t know why
We become butterflies,
Fly away in the sky
And then come back.

Rivers are crossed in a configuration
Having the form of a labyrinth.
Don’t be afraid of the conflagration
All you should do is believe.

I don’t know why
We become butterflies,
Fly away in the sky
And then come back.

August 2009