Polilla

They all flew around the light …
All except her.

Why do not you enjoy the love of the lamppost?

I’m in love with the moon.

We all have the mark of our love.
The moon will not mark you.

The moth did not understand the reasons and every night she flew…

…. and flew farther and farther away with hopes of reaching the moon.

What have you achieved by pursuing this love? Said the wind.
You have lost everything.

You have nothing in this world.

I lost nothing, nothing was mine and even if I do not reach the moon, I will keep flying towards it. Because of her, I knew other worlds.

The moth crossed the sky full of stars.
Every night she arrived higher.

During the day, she rested on the drops of water in the clouds.

The wind ceased its objections.

One day the moth felt the heat of the moon.
Her brightness scorched her before she arrived.
And he fell,

fell and

fell.
She fell beside the reflection of the moon.