Only the little princes prowl
tiny planets, not because they are
small sovereign of stellar scraps,
but because they move swiftly
to observe the vast plains
of the space where
they are breathing.
Once, I had transparency
and certitude
of an extraordinary child.
I imagined this infertile land
like a piece of blessed heaven,
I imagined all men
as devoted like me for the sea.
Truly, my heart was pure.
I hated just enough
and I was constantly
falling in love with the roses.
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