LIFE

In life, nothing I have and nothing I am;

I walk the streets begging ...

In the silence of starry nights

I path, not knowing where to go!

I had the mantle of the sun ... Who stole it?!

Who stepped on my roses defoliated?!

Who was that on the angry waves

My cup of gold had smashed?!

Now I'm going walking and begging,

Without a look of infinite worlds

That see pass the worm, crawling ...

Ah, I wish I could be like dragons

Howling the cries, roaring cries

In the solitude of the wilderness woodlands! ...