LAST CYCLE © 2008
In the end, the night, as it proceeds, forgot the stars,
The dream remained mute, with no wind in the sails of the caravels.
On serene seas, souls float, lost,
In the void they create, in boundless illusions.
The day’s effort did not bring the desired,
The dream, faded, left the heart wounded.
Not a blue ray, nor a glimmer of hope,
Life without colour, without a single memory.
The sharing, which should be a source of pleasure,
Wanders distant, aimless, without desire.
In the tail of a comet, life falls apart,
Far from this planet, where time brings no peace.