Think of freedom, the oceans,
the heavens, the vast estuaries,
the snowfields that make you feel
sick of nostalgia, the wings
of those who fly, love for life.

Think of freedom, the universes,
the man whose journey leads them
whitin himself, the suns, the faded stars
that like the words
can still get their light
down to us.

Think of freedom, let her always

be born and have a home 

whitin yourself: you too
will be father and son
of this universe

 who welcomed  only those

who could deeply understand

what his infinite freedom is still for us.

A.P.

Own source photo: Gorgona island after sunset