Black butterflies in a death dance

As a lamp at the corner

which collects the black butterflies

fans of night and dreams,

who flock to their death

and don't care,

enjoying every minute

of luminous ends,

I spread out the joy and laughter

invitation to love,

to all lonely souls

who are looking for themselves,

fulfill the dreams of dreamers,

allowing them to remain,

trapped forever in their stories,

where they want to be.