Mountain Top

The line to the top of the mountain

Some people just went to look up at the stars.

Standing by the mountain path

I also dreamed of climbing up to the top and looking away

But I was afraid of not being able to bear the emptiness of the descent

Watching the people going to the top of the mountain

They went up and came down again

It seems that I have come down too.

Those who did not go down, gave themselves entrusted to the sky

They call me and promise me infinity.

I know that as long as the mountain top is still there

there will be a steady stream of people going there

Its height, with all that it brings

continues to seduce me.