Through the star-veiled veil of night where mystery unfurls its cloak

Through the star-veiled veil of night where mystery unfurls its cloak, The eyes of women, beacons flickering on the crests of the cosmic vastness, I lose myself in their stellar abyss, borne on the wings of veiled darkness, Like a pilgrim caught in a net of eternal lights, drifting endlessly. They, eyes in astral flight, are keepers of the secrets of the birth and death of stars, In the ribbons of nothingness, they weave blazing constellations that burn in the rhythms of silence, I rise, I sink, in the canvases of rays that cleave the universe apart, In their orbits, my soul finds its celestial harbor, an oasis of peace in the tumult of the void. Ah, the night intertwines its soul with the silver of the milky ways, The eyes of women that bear within them the reflection of lost galaxies, Call me to dance, cosmic butterflies against a backdrop of stark blackness, I bathe in their gaze, beneath the quake of time, beneath the whisper of star-swept skies. Crowned with the aurora of dreaming, they, guardians of the unseen world, With their eyelids, that flicker, compose symphonies of light, gravitational songs, Through this maelstrom of sparkles, I feel myself floating, adrift among the night's rays, In their ocular palace where galaxies are born and die, I, a stranger in the cathedral of eternity. Floating in the universe, on waves of boundless longing, I drown in the eyes of women who once concealed resplendent nebulae, I let myself float in the infinity of their arc, where each blink is a blossoming supernova, A traveler in an ocean of astral glances, in their light I wrap myself, sweet and melancholic, Through infinity, through eternity, carried by gazes that sculpt my destiny in the canvas of the Universe.