I looked at the vast and indifferent sky

And wondered with amusement

It is always there

Like the constant movement of the heavenly bodies

People have secular interests

keeping the sky behind bars is one of them

They arrest the tiny fragments of it

And add a retro flare

Her caprice enchanted me

And made me worship Sapphic music

Women are never mellow

That is why they consecrate themselves

Entirely to the rain

And mix with the boundless step

They bemuse themselves

With the fear of ending what lies ahead

Of what would really tarnish them

Yet really find no joy in dwelling on the mellowness of others

Reading her and measuring her moroseness

Gives me a distinctive pleasure

Until my whole body smells like in the stars

I will rejoice in what is already dead.