I looked at the infinity of the cosmos,
peering into its darkest truth
Suddenly in the circular dance of the stars,
my skin is enveloped in frozen flames that glowed eerie,
like a fire that sparks up sad and lonely,
abandoned in the cold and wet rocks of a cave
that slowly fills with shadow.

A frozen fire,
a crown of golden ice, crimson and blue,
shining star dust.
In this dance space come the various constellations
that shine dressed in diamonds.
Ice suspended in the air swirling, dancing,
like petals wet from the rain
that pushed by the wind rise in the darkness
shining in the moonlight.

But not a sound travels
in the silent and gloomy space.
The man speechless by the splendor of heaven,
lives in silence as time goes,
tearing and destroying things.
Because in front of the dance of the stars,
at this frozen fire,
we are like dust driven by the breath of time.