He sat alone, under the star he chose to love
as a fool mostly, because there were miles between their lips
more than there are leaves in all the trees of the Amazon.
It isn't much else to say.
He loved her, with the biggest part of his heart,
but a fool non the less he remained
for his feet were chained heavily to the ground.
The wingless man,
his name was Lucifer,
and the star
a little piece of God's heart.
This is how I feel that life is.
Some wishes cannot be granted,
not even to the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem