What do we call visible light? We call it color. But the electromagnetic spectrum runs to zero in one direction and infinity in the other, so really, children, mathematically, all of light is invisible.
Sometimes people stop loving you. And that’s the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again, filling the sky with a weak approximation of light.
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.[Yo me perdí de noche sin luz bajo tus párpados y cuando me envolvió la claridad nací de nuevo, dueño de mi propia tiniebla.]