Tell me, moon, आप the one who magnificently reign over the fantasies of my inner world, over the deep feelings that seize me, the intuitions that I can not explain, the irrational fears that haunt me ... Tell me, Mother Moon, how can I distinguish the real from the unreal, what I have from what I want, what I can reach from what I never will?.
Tell me, beautiful moon, how to give आप my life and stop being afraid of the shadows, of the unpredictabilities of a new day, after waking from a nice dream. Tell me if everybody feels what I feel, if everyone is afraid at every step, if everyone feels alone in the infinite sky ...