There are two stars in the sky
that illuminate the blackest dark
and talk, alone and brilliant,
about stories come true.
And they look at other galaxies
that carry strangers names
and turn their faces
towards faraway clouds.
The biggest star is more beautiful
because it wears the name of a flower
and glows with a different light
greater and stronger than the sun.
And in the middle of the constellation,
the smaller one has been left alone
and doesn't know how to give its love
to the bigger star that no
longer listens to its promises
which once were dark illusions.
Now, instead, they are so sincere
that they shine with a thousand colours.