The eternnal grain


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