Blue sky, my friend, king of air

I’ve come to talk with you again

Because at least you make me dream

And don’t hurt like an human look

Because sadness doesn’t exist, like fear

They’re just the absence of happiness

But not even you, beautiful blue sky of reason

Not even you, with your noble heart

Know the sound of a tear when it touches the ground

Salt water as if it was blood

Not even the sweetest taste

And the pain, Sky? Nothing changes

Know the distinction between strong and short

Serves only for superificial punishments

But not to decide which is the worthiest:

Death, Life, or an Infernal shore

Because even a simple breath hurts!

Even it remembers the pain that consumes us

The pain that puts in too much trust

Enters the body, feeding off hope

Converting both in a guild

Oh Sky, if you could fall on me!

I wouldn’t regret the inexistence of prays

Because I don’t deserve what you do

But I wouldn’t be alone, Blue Sky!

I’d be not isolated, even if a criminal

But, what could you know?

You, oasis of pleasure?

All I can describe to you

Is but living before dying

And, do you, Sun of Rules

Know the silence as the disease being formed?

And the solitude! How much it avoided you

To, stubborn, come to conquer me?

Because you have the clouds, the Moon

I have the sadness, naked and raw truth

Natural it seems even

To be me composing what it’s like

And writing the Sky a poem

Pretending it’s a theory

Solitude stealing craziness

Remember the pleasure that lasts nothing

When nothing was important, but hold it!

There’s more tears hitting the ground

More swords piercing my heart

And even without your divine cloak

I’d like not to suffer, like you, Blue Sky