To die

To die? And who knows what is life?

Is it this one that opens, shining and pure,

to the charms, the loves, the hopes,

or is it the one that dozed off in renunciations?

Is the bashful and calm simplicity

that is handed down as a warning,

like a secret of a secret life

so that everyone can reach his goal,

or rather the lively flash

of new dreams over jaded dreams,

and the overwhelmed peace and the inexhaustible

faith you need to have in order to desire?

There, I don't know. But you who are

on the other side, on the vast shore

where the flower of life blossoms -

I am sure you know.