For how many years
I played
protected by the multicoloured
world created by my imagination
I practiced the magic art
of a dream that I can’t achieve
theatre of the absurd
artist of the words
light as a daisy petal
for how many years
I joked
with my restless life
I fought
against rock giants
to realize only later
that they were leaving on me
only grains of sand
that the storm
scattered around
for how many years
I have left
even if I only have a few moments
the eternal child
absolute ruler of my mind
will set great store
by the bitter concept
commonly called
“experience”
