Furtive tears…
the ones that you will never discover;
which you could never dry…
those that intoxicate my life and my being…

I will never tell you about they,
nor they of me…
I will never unveil its secrets,
that are not trivial…or subtle…

Silver butterflies,
wrapped in beams of lights,
of noices without a voice…

Those are my furtive tears,
stealthy, hidden…empty of meanness…
but always staggered,
of your bitter coldness…