THE STARS OR WE CAN SAY THE ALWAYS UNNOTICED BUBBLES
look at those bright stars,
on the plain sky canvas,
that are talking to each other and whispering about us,
that are trying to tell their stories,
but unfortunately, they're so far.
look at those two stars
and how they want to conclude in each other,
and those that are whispering and waving the tales of love.
those stars that are like pieces of scattered diamonds,
those pretty little flecks that are trimming our canvas,
those obscure little ones whose presence is worth more than emeralds.
