sábado, 17 de abril de 2010

Strangeness

The world was never speckled with so many stars
dancing so brightly as they did last night.
Dangling above an abysmal sea of mystery,
like puppets of a parallel universe,
or perhaps,
like fishing lines cast by lonely boys and girls,
trying, trying
to catch a star, a prayer, a whim.

Do or do not.
There is no try.