ANOTHER VIEW

From far away, from down below, from here,
from the paths that cross our own,
in this life that is so different.
I look and sometimes I see nothing,
just blurry dots.
In the world,
maybe on Mars,
maybe from the Moon,
sometimes I get close and I observe.
I discover you as distant dots,
and sometimes the dots come closer and say hello.
Those dots that are other lives,
lives like dots that pass,
lives that come and go,
crossed lives.
In the crusade of life,
from an extravagant place,
it fascinates me to think about other lives.
What will they have, what will they hide, pains and joys.
Sometimes I come down from my own world,
and I step in the mud of life,
without fear of getting *****.
In those lights,
where there are dots,
dots that are lives,
people of flesh and pain.
Sometimes I see luminous dots,
smiles, joys, successes,
and I happily toast.
On my moon,
in my world,
sometimes I descend,
and I feel you on my skin.
Sometimes I become,
I become human,
and I am one more of you,
and I stop living among the stars.
Sometimes I get off my pedestal,
I come down and I become one of so many,
in the earthly world we breathe.
Another view, one view among so many.
And I feel, so much yours like a dot.
Someone who passes like a dot through life,
that dot, among many dots, that go through the world.

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