Come back to me if you're

not happy, if your days are

lonely, if the four walls of

your house don’t make you happy.




Storms split the skies, and

the lightning is the only

neon that illuminates the

paths; drops of rain beat

now on the roof, imitating

the knocks at the door.

Come back to me tonight!



I collect streams of rain

in my hands like small

ponds and transform

lightning into lamps

to illuminate your road

when you come back to me.