And every time we look
sky Venus was there for us.
And look who were looking ...
and when we find,
stripped of other lights
handed it to me.
Excuse me, Excuse me,
today I realize
celestial of your message:
you wrote in the sky
your silence of words
(my silences were lost in the silence
is not stupid to throw water into the sea
and is not beautiful, however, speak to ink stars?).
Venus will always be for us,
but sometimes not, but will,
God is hidden in the mists of time
(Is not cruel at times the mists of time?).
Your words I get from it (Venus)
and tell me what I already know, what I feel, how she (Venus)
us clothes,
shelters us,
invites us to immerse ourselves in the midst of its symbol
as you cross, wrapped in her robe,
reinvented the sky.
Cronopio and cronopio.
