Oniria

That light that pierces the night

Is it magic or science?

You, who dwell in that blind spot between my doubts, are you a spell or a phenomenon to be deciphered?

A shooting star crosses the sky right now.

And instead of a fact, a "I wish" arises.

I wish that this desire—irrational, chemical, pure—finds in you the same law of gravity.

The unknown is no longer in the cosmos, but here,

in this silence we keep.

That light that pierces the night

Is it magic or science?

You, who dwell in that blind spot between my doubts,

Are you a spell or a phenomenon to be deciphered?

The star went out.

My certainty too.

Only the "I wish" remains suspended,

floating between what I can prove

and all that I long to believe.

That light that pierces the night

Is it magic or science?

You, who dwell in that blind spot between my doubts, are you a spell or a phenomenon to be deciphered?