The dream appeared to me
like the soul of a sailor
moving his ship on the black sea of the Absolute;
and made me cry.
As the vanity of the Rose,
when she opens her eyes to the sun of the spring
and betrays that very green she belongs,
I was fool for myself.
And so I carried with me
the heavy bag of my Experience
and more and more I walked alone
until I reached the deepness of my Being.
Then I lost myself
in the harmony of Silence.
La mia prima (e per adesso unica) poesia in lingua inglese.
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