A sunset in a tulip garden, 

Everything seemed to be perfect.

hundreds of butterflies flying,

and she

still trying to enter the garden.

 

Was she walking slowly?

no, I think it was me who came fast…

I don’t know,

I only saw her further each time.

What’s more,

I stopped seeing her for ten days.

 

How do ten days change a journey so much?

I stopped waiting in the garden,

I tried to find the nearest exit.

It didn’t take me long to leave

that beautiful place,

but I left when she just arrived.

 

Outside the garden

 everything was different

the sunset was over.

Now my company is a big full moon,

She approached cunningly,

slowly…

so that neither of them would walk away.

It was torn off one by one

each tulip planted by her.

 

Caught every butterfly,

afraid that the most beautiful of all

show me the way back.

 

Looking back

 she was no longer there,

I could only hear her voice,

just her majestic voice…

 a voice that catches and hypnotizes you

that song was now only the result 

of my imagination.

 

I found myself in an unknown place,

I left behind a tulip,

a perfect blue butterfly,

the sky shows a flush at six in the afternoon.

Besides being a wonderful woman,

intelligent, shy, brave, sweet, strong, and very beautiful.

 

I left all this to move on.

And ahead of the way…

 

A dark road, the cold of night, a moon,

alone, just smoking a cigar

I see a big rose bush of red roses, 

a hedgehog and a new song.

I find myself in a taciturnity that 

overwhelms me day by day.

 

I had that song in my mind,

the song that created the fleeting image 

of perfection in my head,

the song she sang…

And now it’s just that… Memories.

 

I preferred to continue along the path of roses,

where despite their beauty,

when trying to reach them you find their thorns.

Those thorns that make you bleed,

the true value of the rose…

The blood.

 

I followed the path without looking back

whit one last tulip petal in my pocket

that the certainty

that I would see her again. 

 

That petal allowed me to see

that I destroyed an entire garden,

created by her soft and tender hands,

a mistake… yes, a mistake…

 

Well now I find myself without 

the beautiful sunset,

without the moonlight,

without roses,

and most importantly…

Without her.

The dark side of love 

is walking between nails

and chewing crystals…