For a long time I've been sitting there,
on this soft sand, by the edge of the sea:
i lost the count of how many times
the sun dived into the purple sea,
and then rose again, bringing with it
its shining courtiers. Now, I count the waves
that crash against their final destination:
i gave each of them its own name,
valid for those few seconds, before
they are annihilated, bringing to an end
their short lives: an act of love, because
i can now feel the Love, who moves
anything which lives, in front of which
i was blind, deaffand dumb.
every now and then, a big good dog
comes very close to me (he can see me),
and wags his tail a monent, to greet me:
then he pisses nearby, out of affection,
and chases his master, who calls him.
now I don't own anything, before
i was rich, but only now I can feel
how great is the treasure I have inside,
that pulsates unconquered, together
with everything that lives