I was hoisted on shoulders
Under these gigantic galaxies
I dreamed, holding out my palms
To be able to almost touch them
They exploded into superb flowers
In sidereal arabesques
To make bouquets of universes
I wanted to pick these stars
We were going to the fireworks
See these not long-lived stars
Who are born, who shine and then who slide
Falling towards the ocean
And that makes starfish
It puts in the eyes of children
Ephemeral constellations
And we remember them when we grow up
In the sky vibrating with music
I saw planets being born
Fantastic lights springing up
And rains of comets falling
I imagined myself as an admiral
Watching my flotillas fly
I had admirable dreams
Under these junk rockets
We went to the fireworks
See these not long ago stars
Who are born, which shine and then which slide
As they fall towards the ocean
And it makes starfish
It catches the children's eyes
Ephemeral constellations
And we remember them when we grow up
Then under the incandescent skies
Someone was tying my shoelaces
I saw teenagers
In the distance, there, embracing each other
It left in my eyes for a long time
Trails of pink and green
I saw in my childhood bed
Universes on my eyelids
We are like fireworks
Since we are not here for long
Let's make sure, as long as we exist,
To shine in people's eyes
To offer them light
Like a passing meteor
Because, even if everything is ephemeral,
We remember it for a long time

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