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Farewell to a view in the face

I do not have the spring because
is back.

not blame her because it fulfills every year as
his duties.


I understand that my sadness will not stop the green.
The blade of grass, if varied,
is just the wind. Do not make me suffer


that the islets of alder Water
have that again with rustling. I note that


the shore of a lake
remained as if you lived-yet-
beautiful as it was. I have no grudge


Against the view to the view of the bay
dazzled by the sun.

I can even imagine
that of others, do not we sit right now

overturned on the trunk of a birch tree.


I respect their right to whisper, laugh and be silent
happy.


I suppose even the love that unites them and that he
string
her with his live arm.

Some young wing
rustles in the rushes.

sincerely wish them to hear.

I do not demand any change
waves close to shore,
hours leste now
lazy and do not obey me.

do not expect anything from deep waters near
the forest
hours emerald, sapphire
hours
black hours.

One thing I do not agree.
On my return there. The privilege of the presence
-
I give up.

We are only survived and only

enough to think from a distance. Wislawa Szymborska

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Sometimes the music will save me, just when I'm about to throw. I come from afar, through the wind with me in my walks, I discovered my face, I wake up, I open my eyes until they weep. The wind is coming from the sea, like all good things. Where is the sea there is always a hope to ride like a wave. I wonder why sometimes I'm blind, just when I should not be and instead I see too much when I do not want to see. But I learned that not everything can be answered and are probably also tired of trying to live continuously for a while senso.Voglio nell'indefinito, impalpable, in the dream world that is more courageous in my dreams. The wind blows in my face and I wake up, it's nice to hear him because it reminds me of myself and traces the path of tears, giving life and freedom to be.