Characters:

Narrator
Child Meteoroid (will become Child Meteor)
Father Meteoroid (will become Father Meteor)

Narrator:
The rovers without orbit are lost.
The comet is far away.
They just passed by the Moon.
Look, one of them
Broke the amazed silence.

Child Meteoroid:
What is this, father?
The promised gift?
What colors of dream!
I never believed to see them
At any time!

Father Meteoroid:
Little ignorant,
We shall deliver our happiness
In flight.
If you wish to be a gift...
Perhaps it's the destiny...

Child Meteoroid:
What is down there?
Anxiety is a bird without wings.
I shall have new friends
And we shall master the horizon.

Father Meteoroid:
Little simpleton,
They will see you as
A moment of burning,
A fall into the nucleus trap.
That's all.
It's sad, I know,
But you cannot more...

Child Meteoroid:
I want to know what life is,
Without passing through
The atmospheric torture.
Is it possible?

Father Meteoroid:
You have to find that
In this corner of the Universe
You learn all about life,
To die only once
And to revive
From elements.

Child Meteoroid:
But you will burn much more!
You'll extinguish proudly yourself
In your friends' crying,
Looking at the radiant.
I can only sparkle a little.
I wish to enjoy your light,
Father...

Father Meteoroid (looking at him with sympathy):
Climb my back!
I shall burn into the iron colours.
Then you, a last throb
Closer to the Earth --
Magnesium blue,
Fireworks...
Let you carried
With the wind wings!

Child Meteoroid (eager):
Could I come down
To tell them?

Father Meteoroid (serious):
You cannot ask for more
Than it is destined.
What do you prefer?
To awaken on the morning,
Living in a flower sap?
Or to be closed in a museum,
Bought, paid,
Tormented by clips
And radiation jets?
Son,
WE ARE A SPECIES FROM COMETS!

Child Meteoroid:
Oh, this warmth!
My Carbon is perspiring.
My ice heart is flowing
Through my arteries.

Father Meteoroid:
Don't worry!
This will take only a moment.
Shorter than a look at the Moon.

Child Meteoroid:
AIR, AIR,
SWEET VENOM!

Father Meteor:
Be brave! The comet is far away!
Don't look back!

Child Meteor:
Unhappy far-off stars,
What a difficult lesson is death!
At school, it was censured...
But now...

Father Meteor:
Be careful!
Forget what you have learned.
Fly beautifully!
We'll be immortalized
By Chronos' eye!

Child Meteor:
What a romance!
What cryings and living images!
I'd like to play...

Narrator:
His father's final sigh
Made him remind of...
A fall into the abyss
Was the last thing
He could wish
Before his melting.