Achille looks at the stars
But he just doesn't understand them
He wonders why everything on this earth
First begins and then ends
And then he thinks of his mom
Who knows how she will cry
Achille who feels a wind inside his chest
That first arrives and then goes away
And tomorrow school starts
But he just can't do it
Achille some nights in bed
Thinks about how the world will be
Who knows how they will be
And if they will have the same hands as mine
If they will be more alien or more human
And if they will have the usual legs, the usual arms, the usual faces
But maybe closed in the chest
Achille looks at the moon
And in a moment he understands
That life is a shooting star that lights up the sky
And immediately he squints his eyes
The wish he knows it well
It's always the same blown in the wind
But tonight the war ends
Achille tonight in bed
Who knows how they will be
And if they will have the same hands as yours
If they will be more alien or more human
And if they will have the usual legs, the usual arms, the usual faces
But maybe closed in the chest