Favola [English translation]

And they say he turned into

a tree and that it was

his choice to stay immobile

and he was there, watching

the soil give birth to new flowers

like that

he became a burrow for rabbits and a nest for hummingbirds

the wind showed to him the taste of

of resine and wild honey

and the rain soaked him wet

my happiness –he said to himself-

there it is, there it is, I’ve found it now that

now that I’m fine

and that I have all time to myself

I don’t need anybody anymore

here it is what the beauty of life means

due occhi di fanciulla

walked past him

eyes which had stolen from the sky

a little bit of its gloss”

and he felt his roots quiver

suddenly, such a bewilderment within him

(bewilderment) that only a man without a woman can feel

and he spread his branches

to touch her

he came to understand that happiness is never one half

of an infinite

now he was moon and sun together

rock and cloud

he was laugh and cry together

or only

a man who was starting to live

era il canto che riempiva

He was the singing that filled

immensa solitudine

Immense solitude

he was that true part

which each love fable

contains

in order to be credible