Persistent night, in its blanket of stars,
pushes back the curtain that hides the footprints.
Its breath is a whisper that piously nestles,
weaving dreams that the soul does not forget.
The stars twinkle, they keep secrets,
they sing harmonies of discreet longings.
While the moon, witness of loves
Paints with silver the warmest fears.
Giving way to the dawn of another day without return,
the sun that peeps out, is an eternal process.
No matter how much light, no matter how much darkness there is,
life is a cycle, a dance that does not fall silent.
