The Voice of Life

I decided to walk upright;
to look into the eyes of the new morning
that rushes to meet me,
like an honorable friend,
and not like a dark master,
like I used to do on all those miserable days
when I crawled the world.

I decided to walk upright;
to look into the eyes of the new day,
that caresses the sleeping rainbow
with its white face,
just like I used to caress
my sleeping love.

I decided to walk upright;
to look into the eyes of the playful night,
that, in the wind’s embrace,
sings the most beautiful melodies to the lonely star
that wanders the heavenly paths
in its eternal search for my gaze.
(It is known that any star
is entirely useless without a human gaze,
like a match in the box).

I decided to walk upright;
to look into the eyes of the lonely shadow
that is looking for its bed now,
in the dark night,
and to cry out
like the voice of Life,
and not like the voice of a copper bell
calling out for death.