¡Eheu!
Here, beside the Latin sea
I tell the truth:
I feel in stone, oil, and wine
I, my ancientness
Oh, what an old man am I, holy God!
Oh, what an old man am I!
From whence my song?
And I, where do I go?
That knowing myself
begins to cost me
Do many moments of abyss
And the how and the when…
And this Latin clarity
what good did it do me,
at the doorstep of the mine
of the I and the not I…?
Happy dreamer,
I believe myself interpreter
of the secrets of the wind,
the earth and the sea…
A few vague secrets
of the being and the not being,
and fragments of consciousness
of now and yesterday.
How in the midst of a desert
did I begin to cry out;
and I watched the sun as if dead
and lay down to cry.