Oh, majestic city, where time cradles its wings

Oh, majestic city, where time cradles its wings, In a moment of the world, where the dream of star cascades is a timid seed, I wander, a phantom of grace, beneath the moon's silver imprint, Meandering through alleys where echoes of steps knock on the door of the ether, seeding songs forever set in stone. I wear a tie that blooms with the fragrance of lavender, enmeshed by dawn, My vest weaves the aurora, in the squall of night - a vivid canvas, unquenched. In my ear, a ring, a guiding beacon in an ocean of mysteries, Spinning tales from sands and dreams of untrodden shores, worlds of myth. The secrets of dusk send shivers, a sweet murmur of past encounters, My eyes, lanterns in the dark – stealing hearts amidst fleeting moments. Complete mystery, my name in the night, an unending thought, an everlasting story, The contour of a prince at dusk, the sovereign of shadows, the sentinel of evening, forever undefeated. Ribbons meander in the dance with the breeze, a parade of butterflies under timid rays, My steps reverberate royally, as a monarch in the moon's ballroom. My gaze, twice a teacher, a window to enchantment, Opens the gates to hidden galaxies, intertwining passion with finesse. Baptized by moonlight, carried away into the ambrosia of stars, I dream of the odyssey of love, of songs preserved from ancient times. I, the dreamer, the catalog of the night, an alchemist of hidden crafts, Roam in search of the absolute, the jewel of love in every meteor breaking silence. In this solar municipality, the solemnity of the moment petrifies, I, the suave silhouette of twilight, the beloved being, a diamond amongst shadows. With every parting from a celestial body, when dawn adorns the day, We are reborn with the hope of blooming anew, of painting the saga of a magic that never fades.