I imagine that what comes after must be better than before,
No constant monitoring of the quality, that is to maintain
with manmade artifices,
of how beautiful or how healthy we are.
For me, it is not to know. I am here.
But for you, there – passed beyond the walls of this world,
it should be filled with the flavors of wine and honey,
the laughter of the loved and lost,
the passage of infinite moments cast
equally of musical crescendo and allargando – and pianissimo.
As for me, I do not know.
I do not know when the brightest stars are going to fade.
Perhaps you can show me someday.
Sitting at your glass table, with coffee and fresh-baked bread
I listen to the rain, instead.