Distance of Life

Yes...
What would I do if the stars then came to an end
Of sleepless nights and sunny days
The distance from dreams would separate me from the beauty
Of life lived in the hope of living
No...
There are no more desires other than the predictable ones
And the streets are jammed with so many comings and goings
Among the stories told by us
Already a little blurred by the unknown looks
There is such poetry in the art of emotions
In the countenance of someone who wanders and says goodbye
From the stars in the sky to our silent mouths
Because you have nothing more than what you want
And if the stars of sleepy nights
They told secrets boasted at the doors
To some minstrel from late nights with no end
They would certainly say that we are not alone
They would certainly be the stars of all of us