Once upon a time,
In the infinity of the cold voids,
Shone bright, a happy tiny star
Radiating sunny rays of love,
Towards her favourite rocks,
Like the sun of passion,
Carrying the warmth of life.
Racing admirers flashed by,
Cosmical, joyful icy corpses
Chasing sparks of fairytales,
The burns of the unknown,
Hopeful hearts flying free,
The very ones the little star
Admired dearly, dreaming
Of the day she'll too become
A wanderer of the wilds.
To her dismay, the little sun
Saw shiny curious speedy bodies,
Dissolve as they drew too close,
Sublimated by burning lights,
Becoming gloomy fog of dust,
Terrifying the tiny worried star,
Only a tad appeased, to see them
Gracefully recomposed as bright,
Strong and hopeful little comets,
As they flew further on their path,
Chasing their love for golden skies.
She noticed her devoted stones,
The closest ones, intoxicated,
Exhausted, suffocating, inflamed.
The little sun spent long nights
Lighting the neighbouring skies,
Wondering how wrong she was,
Scared of being too intense,
Burning maybe too bright,
Being perhaps too much,
Towards the faithful rocks,
That made the universe alive,
True, meaningful to her ojitos.
As an eternal bystander,
The little sun sat lonely,
And for centuries observed
The vast cold expanse,
In a quest for reasons.
She witnessed shining stars
Playing in sweet harmony,
With wonderful planets.
Graceful comets floating
Around their favourite orb.
Charming globes dancing,
In rhythm with moons daring
To share a cosmical bond.
She envied colourful Titan,
Orbiting around her ringed queen,
A delightful trusted connection,
A demonstration of balanced love.
She dreamt of being like Europa,
Resourceful moon with stylish webs,
Lulled to life by a fervent waltz,
Led by her own favourite king.
In her final venture,
To better the world,
The sun of love
Covered herself,
In a thick icy layer,
Choosing to let
A sweet passion,
Burning and raging
Inside.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 7:45 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
In the infinity of the cold voids,
Shone bright, a happy tiny star
Radiating sunny rays of love,
Towards her favourite rocks,
Like the sun of passion,
Carrying the warmth of life.
Racing admirers flashed by,
Cosmical, joyful icy corpses
Chasing sparks of fairytales,
The burns of the unknown,
Hopeful hearts flying free,
The very ones the little star
Admired dearly, dreaming
Of the day she'll too become
A wanderer of the wilds.
To her dismay, the little sun
Saw shiny curious speedy bodies,
Dissolve as they drew too close,
Sublimated by burning lights,
Becoming gloomy fog of dust,
Terrifying the tiny worried star,
Only a tad appeased, to see them
Gracefully recomposed as bright,
Strong and hopeful little comets,
As they flew further on their path,
Chasing their love for golden skies.
She noticed her devoted stones,
The closest ones, intoxicated,
Exhausted, suffocating, inflamed.
The little sun spent long nights
Lighting the neighbouring skies,
Wondering how wrong she was,
Scared of being too intense,
Burning maybe too bright,
Being perhaps too much,
Towards the faithful rocks,
That made the universe alive,
True, meaningful to her ojitos.
As an eternal bystander,
The little sun sat lonely,
And for centuries observed
The vast cold expanse,
In a quest for reasons.
She witnessed shining stars
Playing in sweet harmony,
With wonderful planets.
Graceful comets floating
Around their favourite orb.
Charming globes dancing,
In rhythm with moons daring
To share a cosmical bond.
She envied colourful Titan,
Orbiting around her ringed queen,
A delightful trusted connection,
A demonstration of balanced love.
She dreamt of being like Europa,
Resourceful moon with stylish webs,
Lulled to life by a fervent waltz,
Led by her own favourite king.
In her final venture,
To better the world,
The sun of love
Covered herself,
In a thick icy layer,
Choosing to let
A sweet passion,
Burning and raging
Inside.
