CARE FOR

the garden of your imagination

Protect with time, silence, freedom

the mental place where you will cultivate

it and countless talents will blossom

like fragrant and colorful flowers

Fuel your inner growth

with love, intelligence and discipline

so that every little germ of a good idea

will sprout happy

and vulgarity, arrogance and oppression

will never be able to tarnish them

Indulge your innermost emotions

with the right to exist and the duty to be heard

Fragility in the fresh air

will transform them, like olive trees and oaks,

into shrubs with a gentle strength

And I fly high and listen to the song of the larks

While the sun intoxicates the gardens

of our thoughts with summer, I ask myself:

and if talent were nothing but the unit of measurement of Heaven,

will we return again and again as we are

or as the finest bloom of our lives?