(Late post from November)

A million moons ago we orbited in the same space. I danced in your winds, never fast, never too slow. The force of gravity separated us and it is the same that brings us together again.

I have my star, but his smile was my favorite one, became Tereshkova to reach the stratosphere of that crazy mind. After many moons, I have orbited on different planets, some very hot, others a little cold, but none as warm as his. So Ganymede and Titan, that mixed his atmosphere was. Every single gas of his charm were enough to built my own space station. I put my flag there, but the ground wasn’t strong enough to hold it, not so fragile to let go.

Even though the space station was built with genuine love, I just couldn’t keep up at the rhythm of his winds. I couldn’t understand how that volatile magnetism could leave me breathless so beautifully.

So like the sun love so much the moon, he dies every night to let her breath, I'll play the sun for you this time.