So far little stars explode in a mass of components
Which by a random opportunity of fate
Meet in the horizon of living creatures' ambitions
Atoms of poetic carbons and oxygens flourish life
The same as one invariably umpredictable
If all the miracle of existence is taken in respect
For the fascination of being part of a strange world
Composed by endless questions in which all senses inhabit
I face the horror of war invading our bodies and souls
Captivating the anima of all dreams acumulated
And all blood that was permissively thrown by on the way
Will be generously drunk back by the men
Whose power now drains through their dead own existence.
