I could see the head; I could see the tail,
I always missed to see, the coin's stitching trail.
I could see the rose; I could see the blood,
But I missed the thorn, for both were gleaming red.
I could see the earth; I could see the sky,
I thought they never met, until I went high.
I still see the friend; I still feel the care,
I still try to fend, for to lose you, I don't dare.
Now that you're here, like a sky far yet near,
I swear by time and tide, to my threads I’ll lie tied.
"You are too conserved and orthodox; you own a farm and just two oxen."
"I don't have it all, but I get enough grain, to embrace my hunger, if
not to fill my wine."
"You think on the ground, you never fly high, your earth is round, and
you never reach the sky"
"Yes the sky is far, but to fly I fear, for I move boundaries par, and
may be away from all those dear"
"You are one among many, you are never the star, be like me whose not
any, I be a star or the one with scar"
"I can be a star, being one among the many. I may not be a moon, but
for them I shall be the boon.”