The Cicada and the paper bird: The cicada and the paper bird

CICADA AND THE PAPER BIRD

My power dwelt in the darkness of the earth warm, fertile, known. Among so many, blind and happy. But after centuries motionless and asleep I felt the sun calling and willingly I followed.

To the outside world I surfaced already at night and another being -very beautiful- welcomed me. It was so touching that my instinct suddenly went crazy and lost itself like a magnetized compass without a guide.

I embraced him in such haste in case he should escape jealous and selfish, in need of love I imprisoned him in my hands -my heart was bursting- and I squeezed him there so tight that this being-of paper and wind- broke.

Thus I mourned his death so deep was the pain that the tears soaked the traces of paper, and there arose a light -I don't know what it was- that merged with my body it entered through the open wound that loveless leaves us.

It was the happiest moment because suffering became beautiful there I remained as a flower, ephemeral in the wind and with a broken heart. I never got to see the sun but this light still inhabits me it feeds on me little by little. It runs through me, it makes me unique, it hurts me.