What are you, happiness?
Look together…
this humble sunset…
with child eyes,
with old hands,
with a heart of nostalgia,
with a soul full of faith…

Who are you, happiness?
But this precious moment,
where she caresses my shoulder, naked and deserted,
and think that today is still…
the first time without wraith…

You are nothing but moments,
strokes from an old canvas,
that enhances her life,
remaindering a childhood to escape…

You are nothing but an oasis in the desert,
to live in it uncertain,
to wake up without sunrise or age…

You are thrown without shield,
you are fire without flame.

You are sober, you are temperance,
you are a burial without bane.

You are, you are, happiness…
mixture of life and essay.