THE TUNNEL

You are in the dark and hostile tunnel,
a leaden cloak on his shoulders,
the pace slow, heavy, tiring.
Dark shadows surround you,
dark thoughts pass through your mind.
You don't see the exit, you don't see hope,
what meaning does life still have?
But here's a little point of light at the bottom,
is it light or illusion?
Slowly you approach with difficulty,
Yes! It is the light, the hope!
The step becomes lighter and lighter,
the shadows thin out,
thoughts are clearer,
the light gets closer and closer.
Here I reached it
I'm out of the tunnel!
Joy is infinite, life still has meaning
life begins again in a riot of colors.

THE LAST TRIP

When will you arrive

on the last trip

What will you put in your luggage?

I will put all the love I have given

and what I received,

I will put the little good I have done

and the much I would have liked to do,

I will lay down my life

with its joys and its sorrows.

I have nothing else to bring,

where will I go everything else is useless.

To those who will ask me: what did you do?

I will answer:

I loved, rejoiced and cried,

I gave and received happiness,

I lived.