On a distant planet, where dreams are alive

On a distant planet, where dreams are alive, The poet dwells in a realm of women, With their starry eyes and luminous souls, Each glance enchants him with a thousand sparks. They sing like angels in a magical land, Velvety skin subtly embracing their perfect form, A world where the poet finds himself, Happy among marvelous women, yet a dreamer in ecstasy. On their white wings, rainbows of love and dream, The poet rises to the sky, letting himself be carried away, Through gardens and cities, over rivers and bridges, Searching for the diamonds that sparkle in their eyes. Ah, the women of this world, akin to beloveds, Enwrap the poet in petals of love and poetry, Draw him into their irresistible fragrance, into the waltz of happiness, Where words become light, and his heart smiles. On this planet, the poet, a visitor come, And yet embraced by this realm of women, He writes his verses, stringing diamonds of love, On his cosmic harp, under their captivating gaze. In this realm of women, from another planet, The poet has discovered a world where love is magical, Where wonderful women, with sapphire and pearl eyes, Carry him in their soul and caress him with their delicate finesse.