Under the cold blanket of the years
I found a surprise today
this wait was really long
how many illusions, delusions and worries
The most precious seed has blossomed for me
a delicate flower a little late
it is white as snow but it is alive
who expected it has now forgotten
Alas there is no one who appreciates it
intent now they are looking elsewhere
not a person who caresses it
Maybe they're all dead or it's raining
only the delicate flower remains
but still he shines and moves me
