Classic Poem

It's a small hut among the innumerable stars of the sky
that has windows between each one hand gap;
through those windows, the light of stars enters in;
eyes get stuck to half light, to half darkness;
it is neither a day nor a night-what a sight it is!
watching the sky lying on the bed is the only task
that has no end;
fascination remains in two eyes, joy within heart;
in that desolation, O Lorena, I wish to have your company.