When The Mountains Will Keep For Them
The Echoes Of My Childhood.
When The Calls Of The Waves
Will Remain Without Answer.
When There Won’t Be Anymore
Treasures To Search.
No Fight Against
Injustice To Deliver.
And That All Passions
Will Be Appeased.
When There Won’t Be Pain Anymore
Nor Anything For Which To Hope.
When There Will Be No More Heart
To Tear Into Pieces…
Then I Would Have Written Down
My Last Poem