There are in space millions of gentle stars,
To the reach of your sight... but thou conjecture
The ones thou don´t see, igneous and obscure roses
Exuberating in the farthest height of heights.

There are in Earth millions of beautiful women,
To the reach of your desire... but thou search for
The ones who don´t live, dream and affection thou do not enjoy
Neither will, past or future visions.

Thus, in an abstraction of numbers and images,
Thou live. You look with boredom at the isolated and sad planet
And find the heavenly vault desert and dark.

And thou´ll die, alone, between two mirages:
The stars with no name- the light thou´ve never seen,
And the women with no body- the love thou´ve not had!