Little sparrow

A little sparrow perching on bamboo tree
Has just realized that she'll always be free
To stay alone in shade
or decide to fly
Flapping her wings crossing the brilliant sky
Yet she knows both have consequences
That cost none but all of her senses

Fly sparrow, fly!

Questions at night

Night has just fallen  leaving me some questions

Where is the sun?

Where are the leaves that fall to the earth?

Where are the birds that chirp  all morning?

Where is the light that always guides? ?

Where is the sun that burns?

Everything seems gone and vanished.

But I know deep inside this hollow darkness, they are all waiting for me to calling. 

So I keep on closing the pages.

There never be reasons to reclaim things already dismissed.