Policar, 1986.
The sun slowly sets as I sit on my rooftop and stare,
And the night spreads around me, and stars come to life when I call,
Seen nowhere so clear as from here where the view is all mine,
And softly I ask them what purpose there is to their shine.
Here on my rooftop in darkness I notice one fall,
And, getting my answer, I follow its flight through the air.