Alternate history

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...