The Sun and I had a little talk. He said: “You see Benjamin, My Lover is the Moon And I don’t seem to understand her: She keeps changing, always coming and going…” So I told him: “Then we have something in common: Our Lover is a mysterious one Making of this world a magic night, We stare in silent awe. For Her we remain shining, Even if clouds of uncertainty pass by, Even if She journeys afar, She knows where to find us, Shining and singing Her Beauty” The Sun and I have something in common: Never do we forget the one we Love