Knowing, we who hide under the same stars, night and “Ooh my heaven”.
Being able to reward the fact, but wanting it richly.
The same firmament, you, me and the elysium on which stars appear.
Forty thousand and seventy-six kilometers from my side, our banks.
We..?? Together..?? Closer..??
Max forty thousand and seventy-six kilometers between the two of us,
But immaterial .. ?? Millimeters, between side by side on my and her side ..