I smiled at the stars, who didn't smile back.
I heard the heavy noise of the night, the wind, the clouds and the river. A shiver ran up my spine. With this immensity, with the immensity of the universe. We are so small... why do we make ourselves so big? The only truth I know, that I hope to know, is life. The only thing that makes us great is this, life. And this was the best gift, life. The love that doesn't ask, that doesn't get bored giving. Simple, but fair and straight. Our body, the material, will never be bigger than the stars. Who will know our soul.