Una Historia

Once I heard tell
A story, that there was
In a tale
To the cheerful song of the man
Who is like the sun.
A rain fell and my soul
Believed in that tale,
That had brought, only
An illusion.
Of this great dream
That I carry inside
At first I believed:

That a star shone
With life
That the night was not necessary
To see its light.
A story of love,
Illusion and tenderness.
Only the poet knows
That night he cried,
Because the sky knows
That star died.