When the Earth was just a child, He searched for his mother Venus; And for his father Mars, But they were not home; They were gone elsewhere, Out there, in the great expanse; Beyond the breathing universe.
The source of beauty in a man, It is humbleness and grace; Equality is the pearl of a king, Justice his scepter; Salvation is his crown.
The comedy of the wicked, Is the tragedy of the saint; But the saint’s comedy, Is the wicked’s remedy.
Oh the stellar sensation, Oh the cosmic elevation; Time is sober in death, For the wine of love; Is the blue life of the earth.
Better poetry than riches, Better poverty than fortunes.
