Always, when making up a story
one tells of an old man, a child or oneself
but my story is difficult
I am not going to talk about a common man.
I'll make up the story of a being from another world
of an animal from the galaxies
a story related to the course of the milky way
it's a story that is buried
it's about a being from nowhere
He was born from a storm
In the sun of a night
on the penultimate month
traveling from planet to planet
looking for fresh water
maybe looking for life
or maybe looking for death
one never knows
maybe looking for silhouettes
or something similar which is adorable
or at least likeable, desirable, in other words: lovable
He discovered that king Salomon's mines
were found in the heavens
not in the scorching Africa
as people have thought
but stones are cold
And he was more interested in warmth and joys
the jewels did not have a soul
they were just mirrors; shinny colours
So he finally came down to war
Sorry, I meant to Earth*
He learnt our story suddenly**
he felt crushed glass inside his head
and understood that war
was the peace of the future
The most terrible things are learnt at once
and the beautiful ones cost us our lives
Last time I saw him he was going away
amidst smoke and shrapnel
happy and naked
he was killing scoundrels
with his gun from the future