Stars are like flowers overgrowing eternal expanses,
sleeping calmly in the Universe’s buds.
They wait patiently for God’s creative will
that awakes splendor in their stony hearts…
I have stretched my hand and reached the sky.
I am bringing the twinkling bouquet
for the soul to be drowned
in its calming fragrance…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem