When I was seventeen a bird appeared at my window
He was beautiful, like a beautiful sunny day and a well-written poem
But when I looked at that bird my heart hurt
But I never find out why
And that stayed in my mind forever
Like an intrusive thought
Pecking the back of my head
Without stopping for a minute
I turned eighteen
I turned eighteen and two months
I turned eighteen and six months
And like the first time, there he was
In the same window, Looking inside my room
But this time he was different
Because when I looked at him, I felt jealous
And I finally understood
The beautiful bird went and came back
Without anyone saying it
Without anyone asking
And as I look around my room, my door closed, the mess and the window locked...
I closed my eyes and felt
For seconds that felt like hours
But when I opened
A scream from the kitchen made me stop
I sighed, looked at the window and...
The beautiful bird left once again