Those who didn't give me Love, didn't give me anything.
I find myself standing still . . .
I look around and see
My better world unfinished.

So much time lost . . .
With what nostalgia I remember it and bless it all:
Fields of flowers
And brambles . . .

I was a spring of life. I deliberate. I make order.
I think the future that will come.
And, dazzled, I follow the thought
That shows itself.

Those who didn't give me love, didn't give me anything.
Banished,
Banished, I travel on.
And dream myself without a country, without a friend.
Wittingly.