16.

My beloved.

Read carefully, and you will discover
secret corners of the soul
existing in us

but which we cannot express,

even if we feel and love
in the same way.
And this, this too will be

something of mine that remains with you
so that I can tell you wherever you are:

«I am yours».

I'm not unhappy, in fact
I’m often a happy person.

You're always there..

First source of happiness!

And then there are friends, there is the sun,
the moon, there are personal satisfactions,
there are books and poems,

the sunrises and sunsets, eating,
drinking, wiping off the dust
from the body under a jet of water.

Everything that provides
a pleasure to meet.

Oh, my beloved!

Someone told me once that

«tragedy is not being loved».
but isn’t the real tragedy

not being able to love?