The stars are still shining,
even if there are cloudy days…
or else, look at that gray sky…
full of black clouds,
but begetting the most beautiful indigo…

Holding in his arms,
the most desired stars…
Rocking in his hands,
those rays… those golden cottons…

They are just clouds in a gray sky,
with storms or sorrows,
with bonanzas or nostalgia…
with absences or splendor…

They are yours or mine…
but all of them,
heard by our God.