Includes a breach of the horizon, between the Alps and the promontory of Monaco, where just the sunset. On the bright reddish star space that is light and facets of a gemstone.

Lubimoff grandparents think of poetry that sang three thousand years ago. Homer called Kalist. Astro sometimes dawn and sunset others, Lucifer, Vesper or “star of the pastor,” eventually receive the name of Venus, because of its luminous whiteness, like a diamond on a female chest.

Feel the prince in his eyes a nice touch to see this sweet planet fulguration. Its name symbolizes the beauty and love. Imagine those who inhabit this blue drop off into space. Essence must be purer than ours, completely clean of past original animality, ethereal beings like angels of all religions.

Then smiles bitterly.

Another star shines in heaven, more beautiful and bigger than this. It is not white, is blue with a soft blue, the color of poetry and dreams. Sparkles on black background with the immensity of the vast mysterious glow blue diamond tiaras to put in their Eastern monarchs. Those who contemplate it must feel in their visual organs rubbing velvet the divine mystery. Perhaps the poets sing of other worlds as a haven of choice, where they go to rest only pure and chosen souls, perhaps has given rise to religion and cult, with altars, as the sun was.

And this blue diamond of space, this world of soft light, which provide the inhabitants of other planets as a poetic star in which all creatures have an immaterial existence, is Earth, our poor globe, where they just die twelve million men in the battlefields, which has killed millions more by emotions and pests that are a consequence of war, where they have spent six hundred thousand million in smoke, fire, broken steel.