And if I could do it
I would be ashamed to give you the sky
it is too little blue for you
It cannot be compared
the beam of the nearest star
it is too little light before you
And if I were born again
I would procreate a poem for you
another outpouring of song
I know that the day will come
we will escape from chimeras
to burn the sun together
And your space is
a harbinger of the incolume vision of a woman
splendor of love
I would like to deserve
some smile so far away
out of the joy in me
I know that the day will come
and we will hide from nothing
to steal an end together.