Novísssima (Brand new)
I changed the colors of lipsticks,
White roses by multicolored azaleas,
Built hundreds of poems and thoughts
(Some very nice, some not so much)
I prayed a lot for the Angels,
Even sometimes I pretended being a witch,
Climbed Blessed Hills and drove through the island
I read many new and old books, work hard and spread smiles
Opened new windows, doors and threw away frontiers
(They were just broken glass and I cut myself)
And finally, I cleaned the entire floor of my soul.
I washed my eyes and without looking behind, I am back to me.