I am neither monster nor vampire but you cannot see me in front of the light. I follow and chase you, I take care of you but when you turn to see me, I am not there.
It seems like a game, a magic of light and darkness but I know that I only exist by enchantment. See what a mystery this is:
My passion is the sun but I cannot see it, but you can see it. Tell the sun that I will always be near you. And that you are the reason, you are the means of this quiet relationship. But you exist and I am like your child. I am like that image, like that mirage that takes more of you and very little of it.
Who am I?
The Shadow.
Who am I?
The Shadow.
