If the stars spoke to me and the million of nebulas deliver their view on so many injustices festering since yesterday if the sky spoke to me if it understood my sorrow I would write a comet on that baby blue background as invincible poet burning hatred, brave nightingale I would write that the world cries out for love Suddenly, lightning and thunder would denounce the hidden impunity vindicating the insult in full freedom If the auroras spoke to me and the singing of sunrises delivered their opinion about my lost cause on absurd disunion if the storm spoke to me what relentless gray affront I would write a comet on that baby blue background as invincible poet burning hatred, brave nightingale I would write that the world cries out for love Suddenly, lightning and thunder would denounce the hidden impunity vindicating the insult in full freedom*