The eternal grain
poem dedicated to my friend Dantino, who has just passed away. May he live in eternity
It breaks down what knows that sooner or later,
there will be surrender
what was green spike
in full spring, in the middle of the fields
and now destined for harvest;
what was a hopping butterfly and now a seed;
even that ephemeral light from the lightning
she is reluctant to leave..
Yet everything goes sooner or later
the best memories, the youth,
the game, the innocent laughter of yore
the walks along the boulevards of my city
my loneliness resists!
What remains for me is the dream
And even he finds it hard to leave me
Like the beloved green spike
The eternal grain of life
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