Tale summary
The stars are the same as the owls, to dreams, to lullabies, to kisses. They sleep all day, no one knows where and in the evening they wake up at once. Attached to the ceiling of the night without a nail, without a screw, without a noise, they look with a slightly irritated air falling stars fall. Lying nose upwards in a corner without chandeliers I feel small little small, speck of dust in the night. In the ciello there are some funny things black holes, pots, carts, the Omega Centauri, Venus and the Big Dipper. When I grow up I will learn them all. Betelgeuse, Andromeda, Cassiopeia, meteor, nebula, moonlight, many names I dream of giving one day to my little sister if they want to do it. Lying nose upwards in a corner without chandeliers I feel small little small, speck of dust in the night. Jupiter, Apollo, Sagittarius, night of time, millions of light years, Galileo, Gagarine and Saint-Exupéry and the desires that are sent to the galaxies.