Beauty.

That morning - the boy stared

towards the nude body of Psyche
and his eyes lit up - with sparkling desire
since he saw Beauty.

His grandfather Joaquim Pla told him that she's now in the Hades
inebriated by Prosepine fruit - fairy tales
to persuade him not
to fall in love with Beauty.

One morning the boy ran possessed downstairs as if he has discovered
- a fane
in some untrodden region of his mind,
and there, branched thoughts,
new grown with pleasant pain.

But hence his mother
held his head on her bosom,
covered his yearning with delicate advises
to not walk in great matters,
nor in wonderful things above him,
and kissed his hair

stroked his wound

He closed his eyes.

Sky where shimmering outside,

with wistful mourning lullabies.