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In the infinite and immense blackness of space,

where the stars are like treasures shining

where is life, where are the beings?

Could we be the only ones or a single lost cause?

We look into space, seeking for a light

Lost in the darkness, lost in the night,

useless and useless.

Is loneliness our ultimate state?

or is there a hope? Or a sign?

Are we an oxymoron, a masochistic performance

with the merciless and pitiless disposition of an evil god?

Our days are as a last breath in a dying sonnet.

an abundance of entwined and obscure proverbs.

We are the dust in the wind, ephemeral and weak.

doomed to the empty solitude.