NIGHT SUM

                         Spelling space and do not understand

                               those drops of light at night

                       They are trembling, which expand, shrink it,

                               and expressed from the sky

                               phrases of their light pulse.

                             I do not know if it's high or deep

                                     the site where poke,

                            or if they are or not; but I look

                               as a swarm of islands in fire

                 and I suffer their attraction, their intense brightness,

                                     his shy look ...

                           The story, many times, many times ...

                              I forget the account and stop

                              to start the countdown again

                            and I go back to lose, always falling

                              in the escape of a sparse number.

                          The story, many times, many times ...

                         And if I joy to count, it is because I feel

                         I sense that more and more, the Creator,

                         when I sumo and I join in their stars.