\'\'A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam \" ( Carl Sagan) .
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What is my mission toward such a distant sensitive realm
that fills me with a sens of mystical vertigo ?
this void is nothing but silent melancholy ,
drifting in the unfathomable cosmic ocean .
Pressurized bottle containing a message for help
that will never wash up on any accessible shore...
My stellar roadmap is as certain as a capricious
speck of dust who is caught up in an ultimate
illusion that is constantly sleeping away ...
We claim to solve the mystery through the lens
of a shattered mirror that frightens us
with its elusive vastness ...
Tech ambassadors full of ourselves
are set off on a one-way journey ,
bearing engraved upon their metallic flesh
the expression of our most sublime feelings
which conceal the depth of our folly...
\'\' Houston we can\'t hear you anymore !
Do we have an autism spectrum disorder
with the planet of the Elves ? \'\'
The inhabitants from Sirius are pure spirits
that inspire the music of spheres...
They come wandering in my dreams ,
allowing me to escape this little pale note of blues...
My home and my curse ...
\'\' Good bye carl ! \'\'
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