I look around,

large expanses of meadows,

mountains,

dark forests

that surround the small path

In my head

remains a fixed point

in the long journey

An obsession,

ideas,

words,

persistent images

in my mind

that rush without leaving me

a break

A symptom of anguish

that fixes me on one thing

What now has meant

that I find myself

here,

in this winding and infinite road

I feel my fabrics burning

and dividing from my being,

they become ashes

the remorse of not having proved to myself that I was able not to choose the mistake

as I get closer and closer

to the Man who awaits me

in the distance

on the bank of the huge river