The nature hates

weakness and harmony.

Entropy demands its tribute,

always.

Hearing the whisper

of an ancient dying Star

I am here…

She asks her God

beyond of her horizon:

“can you reply any event from my life?

Can I feel the memory of all that…?

Can I understand?

Must I be afraid?”

“No, but

try to remember all this love

you’ve experienced.

If you can understand

the moments of fellowship… and friendship…

Now,

the essence of your being

its all what matter…

you’ve been a good being…

a good Star…”

yes, :)

our life art builds

on what has gone before…