I am a shooting star.
I made a mistake,
I chased a glow,
I trusted a thousand traitors
I detoxified thousand dealers.
There were those who sold hopes and illusions,
and raw truth about resignation
I between earth and sky are a shooting star,
running from God to reach the loser,
part from the whole to arrive at anything,
and become part of private clients.
I fell,
but I have not lost
wandering among the clouds, I landed among many people,
without exemption for each phase a minimum of hesitation.
I have called,
and then slowly I have launched,
with the force of a thunderbolt to the clear sky,
with the enormity of an alien,
flowing joy and fear,
thrown against a thousand walls.
No matter if some pieces came off,
my trip was completed …
I am a shooting star,
I found the winner in defeat,
nothing in the whole unconscious
even the earth has its Almighty.
I learned to look for paradise,
and found a smile,
I tried the constellation and its glow,
and found in the human love,
I tried the fickle moon,
and I was a pain but compatible.
I am a star that is not going to fall down,
but not stop to shine more
fall to go up,
frightened by the big jump,
yet always the star,
beautiful … remains the same.
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