Up There In The Universe,
Among The Myriads Of Stars,
Mine Also Is Visible -Â…
It Is So Sad, It Is Melancholic,
Its Rays Reflect An Icy Anguish,
Its Twinkles Tremble In Uncertainty,
Its Beams Have Become Miserable Sparks.
It Wants To Blow Itself Out
It Doesn-‘t Want To Be Anymore
A Star Radiant And Fulgurant,
It-‘s Deaf To The Cheerful Comments
Of Its Celestial Fellows-Â…
But Wants To Tumble Down
In A Void , Dark And Without Bottom-Â…
As To Put An End
To The Evil That Derive
From An Unattainable Dream.
Oh-Â…! Come On , My Starlet,
Don’t Pick It Up This Way-Â…
In Your Heart You Can Make Also Space
For Some Hope That In You Has To Stay
As A Trembling Flame-Â…
That Never Allows Itself To Extinguish
And You Have To Overpower
Even The Strongest Blow
Of A Disastrous Cyclone…