I want to know so I can scare away the disaffection

with the fans of dawn!

I have the right to know

if I am the dullest of mortals,

because I love the earth

that shelters the roots

of every tree it nourishes,

and the branches that support the leaves,

the flowers and the fruits

that kiss the clouds as they pass.

And

I cannot help it,

if in spite of sanity,

I love every piece of sky with its stars,

the sun of each day

even if the clouds blur its light;

the moon every night

in spite of its waning;

the birds singing

among the green foliage of the mountain.

I certainly cannot avoid

to love the wildness of the rain

when it makes the afternoon streams

the afternoon streams.

Blessed madness that seizes me!

For I love peace and silence;

The blowing of the breeze on the waters,

The laughter of a child when he sings...

***

You are mad!
exclaims someone.

And others,

with false worried smiles,

look askance at my emaciated figure:

muttering they say:

"The poor fellow, he has too many shrews

living in his head.

I laugh willingly, disregarding

ignoring

to pious comments and advice,

to bizarre gestures of elongated noses

that signal the stealthy passage

of my shadow through the streets.

Amen to my madness!

if it's a matter of loving the good;

I take off my hat,

I bow to such a mad desire.

Amen to my madness

And for that of so many others who are not afraid to love!

Sin reservas.