Epílogo

She will no longer have her ailments
because she left this world
submerged in the deep
mystery of absences.

From the golden sheaves
that fell in the stubble
cleaning the seedbed
she is collecting seeds.

Yesterday she sowed the seed
that today blooms and bears fruit.

Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me two bright stars that, when I open them,
I perfectly distinguish the black from the white,
and in the high sky its starry background.

Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me the hearing that, in all its breadth,
records night and day crickets and canaries;
hammers, turbines, barks, downpours.

Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me the gait of my tired feet;
with them I walked through cities and puddles,
beaches and deserts, mountains and plains.

Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me laughter and it gave me tears.
Thus I distinguish happiness from sorrow,
the two materials that make up my song,
and your song, which is the same song,
and the song of everyone, which is my own song.