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We don’t have wishes from the stars
The skyscrapers are hidden our sun. 
Mornings are anesthetic by horns, 
Vanishing the morning contemplation
I want be leaving in a UFO from here. 
Searching other worlds where life exists, 
Such intelligent way, and friendly, 
Just to live in all morning days. 


I want to leave, and not run away from here, 
A UFO, but not from the X file, 
But made for a phenomenon of the sky. 
Goodbye, fiction and reality in solitude. 
Happy will be between the spheres of light, 
Forgotten all the theories of creation. 
Just feel the life as a gift to the eye. 
Dreaming, don’t think in life or death. 


I would live without the weather, but only, 
The gentle breeze to lift the soul in a sailboat, 
Surfing the skies of morning stars. 
Living alone. No missing, listening to the heart. 
Finding a home where the life is not just water. 
The empty sky filled by the look, without ink. 
An universe from illusion, and an UFO from metal, 
Crossing sky to the infinity, to never came back home. 

I will miss, resting my thoughts by the wind,
Under the leaves of an oak on season of summers. 
Bringing the distant mountains close for my eyes. 
Harbors; the memories will tell stories of Plato. 
The eyes of the peoples will imagine when the UFO pass, 
Am I an alien from Spielberg or Orson Welles? 
I will arrive in a street of Spain, smelling the fragrance of vines. 
Missing all the flavors and loves left behind.

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