ya no sé qué ... no puedo escapar de esta llama

You know, for some reason it came to my mind... a butterfly effect I mean.
I do not know how to explain all these bouts of epistolary diarrhea.
All of this is developing on a very narcissistic soil.. ha-h I know that :)
But butterfly effect.
Abstract.
There is one candle far far away (thousands of kilometers away, may be hundreds of thousands). The light - dreams, feelings.

And You - a butterfly.
Butterfly sees the light. It is guided only by instinct.
Just instinct - to fly to the light. Even if this light is from the exploded nuclear reactor.
Instinct always.
It's our hearts.
Even with scorched wings, crippled by radiation, we continue fly to a new source of light.