MAN

I am a man, I have been born,
I have skin and hope.
Therefore, I demand,
to be allowed to use them.
I am not a god: I am a man
(it is like to say an algea).
But I demand warmth at my roots,
lunch in my guts.
I do not ask for eternities
full of white starts.
I ask for tenderness, dinner,
silence, bread, home.

I am a man, that is to say,
an animal with words.
And I demand, therefore,
to be allowed to use them.