Upon shooting stars I look

 Wishing them to be quiet and still

 Wondering where is my Captain Hook

 Longing to say what I truly feel

 Disappointed I keep asking myself

 Whether my "being" is an awkward one

 Lately all seem to put me on a shelf

 Or accusing me of wrongly done

 The black hole opens before the existence

 Inviting her to jump into sleep

Temptation is huge and hard the surveillance

 Of fighting for justice...it's just a leap...

  (by Conceição Sousa)