Three hundred eighty-four thousand four hundred kilometers (384.400 KM)

"384.400 KM"

And if it is no accident, And it's a trick of fate that put us here on purpose, And he crossed our paths; Well, at that moment he didn't want to see us distant, And if we are bad friends, but good lovers, Destined not to meet.

Well, silence also sounds in love Silences of cold nights Where the moon is a faithful witness of every development, Describing you my love in each line of these verses That your curve, your emeralds, your violet made poems ...