How do I explain to such a small bird that I love him so much?
How do I give him such a strong, heartfelt hug without hurting him?
He knows when I can\'t take any more.
He suddenly appears, his wings fluttering in a staccato drone.
He looks at me, seeming to challenge me with a frown.
My tears and my trembling lip are my only response.
You only seem to see the thousand demons crossing their tridents in battle.
In a second, while my angel blinks or the morning calm tames him enough.
They vie for the power of my anger and feed it like a thirsty fire.
I can see the thousand simultaneous futures of my coldest, darkest dreams of revenge.
A great explosion that ends everything and releases all the spirits trapped in its shadowy corridors.
Divine justice, you whisper in my ear.
The masks of the thousand demons fall to the floor at the same moment.
The fire they were feeding is flooded by a fine, twilight rain.
The silence of the very beginning becomes present.
How can I contradict you?
God always gave me the time and health to watch my enemies fall in flames into the infinite abyss.
The meeting of our eyes speaks of the most ancient wisdom on earth.
The one that needs no words to teach you.
Now, as an adult, I understand that famous \"a little bird told me.\"
My day is preparing for a new direction, and while I saddle my mate,
I send my regards to those I miss and who love you as much as I do.
Thank you.
Thank you for coming.