I loved to rove around hot stars,

to roam around black holes,

to drift with invisible neutrons,

to fly on the wings of the space wind,

to rock on powerful rays of over new stars,

to lose in milk nebulas,

to bind my hair with a gold ribbon of the light

and to drink water from the silver glasses of the planets.

But once I uncovered that every person is a little cosmos.

Then I left my starts’ shelter

and returned among the people.