GRAVITY ZERO

 The gravitational field of your legs

 that it attracted to my planet as a home

 and it turned it aside from the lost course

 towards a black and deep and eternal space.

 From the remote sands of the time

 your nature extreme

 it spread out on my skin.

 What to develop will be provisional

 if everything is confined

 to fusing with the Sun?

 But your useless device still goes.

 Only I write, please,

 I do not accumulate ignorance.

 I know very well that your major mother

 It will devour me shining

 two thousand times more

 up to exploding going out forever

 in a last halo of final light,

 stopping dark

 the wide plains of the space.

 When the history

 be less than powder

 and the dread an infamous imagination

 we will have accepted these plans

 of loving fatality,

 while it passes the night

 and we breathe in synchrony for moments.-