my river,
the dogs walk and jump around,
I follow them, laughing, "oh guys ...."
laughing and singing my verses I will say,
no violence
just calm, peace, the tender warmth of gentle arms
and there I will end,
with my dogs, and whoever wants,
(but will they want?)
a meeting in sleep
to answer
an elusive dilemma
no vile violence
just
the incisive noise
with a mournful roar
dilates my pupils, and enters
together with the sun's rays
breaks the ice,
gentle,
finally
I emerge

The Four Seasons (Le quattro stagioni) , Op. 8 - Violin Concerto No. 4 in F Minor, RV 297,...

cause I was made to