The star of your love became a firefly in my hand.
It was shining in that night, in which you started to
Be existent for me to make my life become
A little earthly paradise.
I realised that your star was, in fact,
A Lampyris noctiluca falling down from
A tree branch on my palm like the
''l'' from the catadromous elver,
Or like the ''un'' from the punoetry.
You became the bioluminescence in my crepuscle.
Poem by Marieta Maglas