Blue window

That afternoon on a sunny day I called

My son from Valetta, on the island of Malta

I said I had a statue in my hand.

Of Crusaders that I Would Present Him

He liked warriors and always was one of them.

Today I knew that a beautiful window of stones,

The blue window in Malta

was gonne as on a magic pass

What nature created over the years

A wave destroyed in minutes

My son is like the blue window

That nature has also created

And a wave destroyed in minutes

Once my beloved father, a wise and gooodhumored man,

Told me when he falled ill,

Just before his departure, 

A phrase that marked me:

Nature humiliates us.

It seems so. Was he right.

Nature exalts for its beauty,

Immensity and robustness

The same sturdiness that humiliates

By destroying and taking away with its strength

So nature leaves a mix

Of admiration and revolt

But the rebellion for what? No use.

Nature Continues Its Course

And the life of everything and everyone.

Has beginning, middle and

End. Only love has no end!