I'm Asking For Silence..

Now leave me alone.
Now learn to do without me.

I'm going to close my eyes.

And I want five things only,
five favorite roots.

One is endless love.

The second is to see autumn.
I cannot be if the leaves
don't fly and fall to earth.

The third is solemn winter,
the rain I loved, the caress
of fire on the wild coldness.

In fourth place, summer
round as a watermelon.

The fifth thing is your eyes.
Matilde mine, beloved.
I don't want to sleep without your eyes,
I don't want to be if you're not looking at me:
I'd give up spring
for you to keep on looking at me.

That, friends, is all I want.
Nearly nothing and almost everything.

Now you can go if you wish.

I've lived so much that one day
you will have to forget me
erasing me from the blackboard:
my heart went on forever.

But because I'm asking for silence
don't think I'm going ot die.
On the contrary:
It happens that I'm going to live.

It happens that I am, and I'm going on.

So it will only be inside me
that grains will grow,
first the sprouts thrusting through
the earth to see the light,
but mother earth is dark:
and inside I am dark:
I am like a well on whose waters
might leave its stars
to go on alone across the fields.

It's that I've lived so much
that I want to live as much more.