My bread

I can sit
Here on the water
Like the sun
Before going

Then come back
As a father
To create
A new tomorrow

And no matter if I have used
Myself to arrive this point

So I will throw away my bread
On the surface of the waters
Knowing that first or then
It will be back *

I don’t know what I deserve
Or what it is right to lose
Everything that I’ll accept
Can become gold

I can teach
Here by the seaside
A new beat
To my mind

It’s the real
Sacred rhythm
Of something
Not yet learned

We can wait for the mermaids
Starting to cry by midnight

So I will throw away my bread
On the surface of the waters
Knowing that first or then
It will be back *

I don’t know what I deserve
Or what it is right to lose
Everything that I’ll accept
Can become gold

Isola d’Elba – 14 Maggio 2011
* “Khoèlet” 11.1