The ox and the donkey watch over the stable.
I dream of distant suns and journey toward the ethereal...
If history were to be rewritten ,I would be born
from the womb of a spiral glowing with galactic dust ...
If my destiny were to be replayed in the realm of chance
I would not swear allegiance to the crowned puppets
who scheme on the shadows ...
And I I won\'t fall in love for queens sacrified
at the grand ball of the pretenses ...
My playmates are turbulent quasars and swirling pulsars .
The lips brushing against my dreams are those
of lunatic moons and the icy breath of a few comets
that tell me the wondrous legend of the creation
and princess Leia\'s upcoming return ...
Alice I won\'t follow you down in the rabbit\'s black hole !
If I had to start all over again,I wouldn\'t be an alien
lost in the organic ecstasy of the crowd !
Slave to this gravity that chains me to the protocol of excesses.
I aspire to the spell of a light year\'s enchantment...
The verdict of the lost judgment has recorded me
to the fleeting whims of illusory alternate history ...
I\'m just a flying fish in a tridimensional bowl...
In the mirror of my utopia ,contemplating the face of a god
in need of inspiration ,longing for a little blue planet...