In a certain planetary place, there was a sunset,

Like nowhere else.

    With a poetic voice hovering on the cloud,

  Walked towards the horizon.

Where you shouted for the true source of hope

With a lip in the sky and one on the ground

Because you were ready to swallow the blonde-haired person.

Who threw a flirty string beam, with sunrays?

  The sun in silence

We were at least intuitive to do something naturally

As if none of us knew.

When the rain reached the memory,

While we were waiting for a snowflake

I still wear boy dresses who rush to say hope.

In a victorious battalion army.