RIMA LXVII

How beautiful it is to see the dawn
when it is crowned with fire,
            and its kiss of flames
ignites the waves and inflames the air!

How beautiful it is, after the rain
on a sad, gray afternoon in autumn,
            to fill you lungs
with the aroma of the moist flowers!

How beautiful it is, when the white
flakes of snow are quietly falling,
            to see the red tongues
of of the flickering fire move back and forth.

How beautiful it is, when you are sleepy,
to sleep well… and snore like a pig…
to eat, and get fat! And what a shame it is
            that only that is not enough!