Paix

Peace to the one who screams because he sees clearly
Peace to our sick minds, to our shattered hearts
Peace to our tired, torn limbs
Peace to our degenerate generations
Peace to the great confusions of misery
Peace to the one who searches by banging his head against
concrete walls

Peace to the wrath of the hungry man
Peace to the hate, to the rage of the oppressed
Peace to the one who works with his hands
Peace to this nature that has always given us her best
And of which every man, no matter who, is in need
Peace to our bellies - big trash bins of academia
Peace to you my friends, whose tenderness is a necessity for me
Peace and respect for the life of everyone
Peace to the fascination of fire, peace to the rising of the sun
and the falling of the night
Peace to the one who walks the roads to
endless horizons
Peace to the plow horse
Peace to the ill-fated souls who give birth to nightmares
Peace to the rivers, to the seas, to the oceans that give birth
to fish glistening with oil
Peace to you my mother, whose painful smile fades beside your children
Finally, peace to the one who is no more and who worked all his life
waiting for better days

PEACE PEACE...