Four friends discuss the sky
and the lack of measure
in the approach to the stars,
wishing
to emphasise the necessity of restraint.
Suddenly she appears.
The discussion loses its dimensions,
the presence of the woman limits the horiyons;
now everything is routine
and unbearable expectation.
How long is the moment in which something has to be done,
the woman lights up cigarette,
blows out three little circles of smoke,
obviously pleased;
because she believes in luck
and in her arrogance of beautiful woman.