The no language man,

the no chance man,

see your beauty

in the distance

knowing itself lost

in the wish

of being able to reach

your beautiful light,

that bright like sidereal star,

but he know very well

that he don’t  have,

not even,

the time, the place, the life.

Maybe in another existence,

maybe when he born being

like the language man,

like the chance man,

simply being

like the star that you are.