how splendid is space today. without spur's, bit or bridle, let us mount this wine like a horse and ride to heaven, enchanted and divine.

like two angels goaded by some delerious fantasy, let us pursue the distant mirage into the blue crystal of the morning.

gently balanced on the wing of the fleet whirlwind, in parallel desire, swimming side by side, we will fly, without rest or respite, straight into the paradise of my dreams.