After the Calm

After some minutes of calm

I decided to stop the torment,

to think about the moments

that I’ll leave after my age:

In the smell of my mother while she is,

and in her voice when she’s gone.

In the child games 

that prepared me to live,

and in the tranquility

of running with the coast and the dawn.

I decided to stop it,

to think about the moments

that are up to me to come:

In the happiness of your smile

for which I silently watch out.

In the promise of a radiant sky

to dull your pain.

In the acknowledgment of the art

to which I offer my time.

And in the awakening from a real dream

to change my life.

For all the reasons and more,

I decided to stop the torment 

and come back.