The poet’s soul

I have the poet’s soul,
that determined soul,
that restless soul…

That which gives you in her verses,
her beautiful roses,
but also its burdens…

The one that whispers in silence,
of this absurd theater,
what is perfidy,
what is misery…

The one that found the candor,
across the ocean,
where freedom and “hesperia” come together…

May God take care of this poet’s soul,
to help and protect her,
that don’t let her once more to forget…
that there is no night without moon again…