Estrellas

People have stars
That are not the same
For one, they are guides
For another, small lights
For me, they are problems
All are problems
But, for you, my queen,
You will have a star
Like no one else has.

In the hands of the truce
I learned about the fruit of science
Its rigor and its beauty (and its blindness)
Like garlands of violets
And the stars dictated to me
That for you, mint butterfly
There will always be one of them
Like no one else has.