The night brings the moon, that little satellite that make you thing of a brilliant creation, of a silver revelation that gives some light to the things we like to see while we sleep.
The stars, flavor to the neutral black, make us realize there's so much more outside, the sun is not the center, and neither we are.
The darkness is the unseen life, the mistery of the night, the one we love, but we are afraid the most, just like a soft voice that comes from behind, and the wind that let some of us die.
The night is an evil friend
The one your mama hates
and keep us all "safe"
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