Life,

you are

a complete instrument,,

happiness, sounds

of storm, tenderness

of mellow oil.

Life,

you are like a vineyard:

you treasure and dole out light-and share

in the fruits of transformation.

Whoever disowns you

should wait

a minute, a night,

a short or long year,

to emerge

from his mistaken solitude,

to search and fight, to join

hands with other hands.

Do not adopt, do not praise

misfortune,

Reject it, giving it the form

of a wall,

like the stonecutter with the stone.

Take scissors to misfortune,

and make

a pair of trousers...