Last night I asked the Universe
how can I help the seasons and how
can I tell humanity the infinite Love?
The Universe replied with a sound
of pain and sorrow and asked me back
why do you worry?
I stopped worrying and felt lonely
so the Universe brought me
to see the unknown mystery.
What does it mean to be conscious?
Feeling lost in compassion.
Yes, Universe, I know we were happy
but God doesn’t hug me
if I fight too much for Joy.
He wants me to embrace
I need to put an End to this story.
Do I need to feel hungry
o potrò, finalmente, un giorno,
chiedere Vita senza averne bisogno?
Esco dal tempo. Rientro.
God knew I was ready
for the parallel living
and I can feel the hug he promised
when I can be His hug,
tra una persona morta e una giornata storta.
Sorrido. Ora vi vedo.
Aiutatemi anche voi, vi prego,
ad essere Marta.