It is only when I’m not
And when everything that I was has ceased to be
That I know what I am:
A living expression that cannot be concealed,
Water flowing from a source
That will never grow dry…
In this immense grandeur
I am, from the whole, a fragment
Feeling everything by being nothing…
And in a single instant
Without word or thought,
Through ecstasy and innocence,
I am the cry in the silence and the silence in the moan
Cause whoever feels what I feel
Will never ever mourn!
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