If the stars spoke to me

If the stars spoke to me
If the stars spoke to me
and the million of nebulas
deliver their view
on so many injustices
festering since yesterday
if the sky spoke to me
if it understood my sorrow

I would write a comet
on that baby blue background
as invincible poet
burning hatred, brave nightingale
I would write that the world cries out for love
Suddenly, lightning and thunder
would denounce the hidden impunity
vindicating the insult in full freedom
If the auroras spoke to me
and the singing of sunrises
delivered their opinion
about my lost cause
on absurd disunion
if the storm spoke to me
what relentless gray affront
I would write a comet
on that baby blue background
as invincible poet
burning hatred, brave nightingale
I would write that the world cries out for love
Suddenly, lightning and thunder
would denounce the hidden impunity
vindicating the insult in full freedom