fluttering in the air with your paper wings they seem to have painted them full of beautiful colors that make my face glow,
but no, those paper wings are to tell the story of me. But at nightfall your wings begin to lose color, it does not have the same splendor as if something disturbed them, they immediately changed color to black and white reflected pain as if it were in mourning, they only transmitted sadness to the heart, I do not understand what pass? because there are no more beautiful colors? because your fluttering and cheerful flight is gone? Why did the night make you different? I realized that the story of my life that was reflected in my paper wings had been changed, so suddenly as a turn, then it means that life is like that, you walk from here to there joyfully fluttering flying with those beautiful wings of paper full of splendor, but suddenly the world took an unexpected turn in which that beautiful story you were living was not eternal but passing, the time comes when the moments get disturbing you fall into a state of depression, you feel that the Night intimidates you, that the strong cold and sharp wind takes your breath away, you just hope that the world returns to take another turn in which you can get out of all this overwhelming mourning; to cleanse you and rewrite a new story, hope was never lost, showing that although the world usually goes around many times that can be joy and pain, I can always shine again like the sun, with a new story in my paper wings