The Pale Blue Dot (Part I)

From this distant point of view, It may seem that the earth

Has no particular interest But for us, is different.

Whoever You loved,

And all that You have met,

Everyone who have heard all beings.

The Earth is a very small stage

In a vast cosmic sand.

Think of the rivers of blood

Spilled by all those generals

And emperors so that in glory

And triumph, they could become

The momentary masters

Of a fraction of time.

Earth is the only world we know

So far capable of harboring life.

There is nowhere else, at least for now,

To which our species could migrate.

Think of the endless cruelties committed

And the inhabitants of un corner of this world.

On the scarcely distinguishable

Inhabitants of some other corner.

How frequent are their misunderstandings.

How frequent are their misunderstandings.

Whoever You loved,

And all that You have met,

Everyone who have heard all beings.

The Earth is a very small stage

In a vast cosmic sand.

Think of the rivers of blood

Spilled by all those generals

And emperors so that in glory

And triumph, they could become

The momentary masters

Of a fraction of time.

Earth is the only world we know

So far capable of harboring life.

There is nowhere else, at least for now,

To which our species could migrate.