My soul jostles against in invisible walls

and looks for a slit.

As a dizzy butterfly

I fly in a narrow circle

around the lamp of the doubt.

Poets and philosophers

stir my thoughts

and learn me to believe in the incredible.

My way goes from light to darkness,

from night to day.

I ramble in the labyrinth

of the wisdom and the frivolity,

look for the Human

with a lantern as Diogen,

but I don’t find someone.

My soul catches a glimpse of slit on the walls,

but a deceitful mirror hides it again.

I continue to look for my way

through the valley of life.