Beneath the night's canopy, the stars stretch out their shimmering silk
Beneath the night's canopy, the stars stretch out their shimmering silk,
Over rooftops, trembling a dreamy blue.
The moon, our gentle beacon, walks sadly among gardens,
Guarding, perhaps, the dreams of the sleepers, in her divine silence.
Midnight strikes, the late hour, the mystery begins to weave,
I know that you, too, far away, in your night, cannot find rest.
Your lashes, light butterflies, refuse to close until dawn,
And in the silence of your room, unspoken words dance unheard.
On lips, sweet words intertwine with others, sharp as thorns,
In the depth of the night, between tenderness and harshness, unheard conversations.
Who erred between us? A question lost in the labyrinth of stars,
How to find answers when our gazes stubbornly refuse?
And I, just the same, am not without blame; the shadows of my mistakes stretch out.
My light, if only you knew how my soul longs to be close to you.
Who will take the first step? In this night, your heart is a storm,
You lie awake, with open eyes, but at dawn, you will close up, like marble.
It is okay. I will be the first to come towards you.
Why should pride prevent us from finding our happiness?
Sleep peacefully. Tomorrow I will find the path to reconciliation,
A bridge over the night of insomnia, to find each other in the morning light.
Under the veil of stars, in the silent dance of the universe,
Our thoughts intertwine, meld into the infinite.
In this cosmic ballet of unsaid feelings,
I promise to find the way to your heart, with the dawn of a new day.
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