The feeling of a Spaceman

I always see the world for the first time

The more time passes

The more I contemplate

The serene afternoon sky

The sun that still burns

More I have the impression

That I see the world for the first time

Will it be?

Maybe.

Don’t ask me for any explanation

I just think, I just feel

Argument? What torment!

I never have it

May I?

I just want the feeling of the spaceman

When he sees the blue Earth

For me, it is enough to contemplate

The Constellation of Crux

And whatever the night brings

And everything that comes

To surrender me to the beauty

Because I never have and

I never want certainty.