How many times
I’ve looked at the sky,
but my fate is blind and doesn’t know it.
And there’s no mercy
for those who don’t pray and will be convinced
that it isn’t just a dark spot,
the sky!
How many times
I’d have taken flight,
but my wings are already burned
by my vanity
and by the presence of those who have already gone
stealing my freedom:
the sky!
There are so many loves
that conquer the sky!
Golden pearls in the immensity.
Some of them will fall,
some other will win the time,
as long as it will have enough stars,
the sky!
How much violence
under this sky!
Another son is born and you don't want him.
The spermatozoa,
your only strength, all you have!
But what kind of man are you, if you don't have
the sky?
The sky!