Life

Approaching the twilight of my existence

I bless you life...
Because you never gave me
either deceitful hopes,
or unjust foils,
nor undeserved endurances...

Because I see,
at the end of my ruggedy trail;
that I was the architect of my own fate.

That if I extracted the bile
or the honey of things
was because I put in them
bile or zesty honey.

When I planted rose bushes
I harvested always roses.

It's true that to my exuberance
has followed the winter;
but you didn't tell me that May was going to be eternal...

I found undoubtedly,
too long the nights of my sorrows;
but you didn't promise me
only merry nights
and in exchange
I had other nights reverently serene.

I loved and I was loved.
The sun shined on my face...
Life you owe me nothing.
Life we are of Peace.