I had a firefly.
Then I raised eyes and saw a star cintillating.
Why have I to be pleased with a firefly?
I released it.

The greatness of a man is the size of his dreams!
So,to reach the star, I climbed the tallest trees.
I went to the top of mountains.I ascended the highest point
of my desperation.All in vain.

Stars do not exist to be possessed.
But contemplated. From far away.
Beautiful. Cold. Unconcerned. I concluded:-
I am not a stars conqueror but merely a firefly`s picker.

I searched for the firefly.It vanished.
May be mating behind the shrubs.
The clouds covered up the star.
And the darkness of night embraced my solitude.

The blade of silence
broke my heart in pieces.
So many that everything became ashes.
Turned whirlwinds in the dark, dusty road.