Laying down on the fresh herb, i'm gazing at the stars who are shining into the sky in thousands. No clouds, a magnificient blue, radiant. Those stains of lights are placed so perfectly and light up the night from a light so benevolent that we could only believe it belongs to the divine. Greeks from Antiquity used to saw in those stars brave heroes, astonishing creatures. But in them, I can only see your eyes.
