It is only a Star.

    It reflects the light,

    That which cannot be seen directly.

    To consecrate your life to something,

    To anything,

    It is only a Star.

    To symbolism,

    It symbolizes the Unconscious.

    I took down doors,

    That many don’t dare to cross,

    Many others even ignore they are there.

    It is only a Star,

    It symbolizes the silence,

    Powerful,

    Which can evoke any song.

    Almost like listening to it,

    Almost as if she were there…

    It is only a Star,

    Those doors won’t come back,

    They just cannot,

    For every step,

    Every single heartbeat,

    Is a point of no-return.

    That was one of the doors.

    It is only a Star,

    Ignored by most,

    To consecrate your life to something,

    To the unconscious,

    To Lunacy,

    That was lunatic,

    This door was black.

   It is only a Star,

    To be able to recall any memory,

    In absolute terms,

    Each context, each sensation,

    They sometimes come without having been conjured,

    That’s the price of non-oblivion,

    For that door is also gone now.

    It lives within me,

    Yet outside at a time,

    For it is only a Star,

    For it is also my unconscious,

    For “ello” is me,

    That door always were frail as crystal.

    It is only a Star,

    But it sets my Imagination Ablaze,

    Even though she should have died.

    That door was the most painful,

    But I am already here,

    Something says “stop”,

    Something yells “Fool! Take advantage of it”.

It is only a Star,

    It makes me deceive myself,

    Into believing I can be only with her,

    One to another,

    With nothing external.

    That door shall never be destroyed,

    Because you are reading this,

    Because communication is always two-wayed,

    For it keeps me tied to life.

Now and forever: From Daniel Prior to Eva Luna.