Above the Clouds

I have hidden my melancholy

in your soft, cozy shade.

The light does not reach

my childish soul.

I would like to fly above the clouds,

but there is no land

from which I can fly.

Give me a little bit of faith in life

that is not the flower of infinity.

I am afraid of the words

you have cultivated for several years,

which have not been enough for you

to overcome the twilight,

to overcome what is due only to

the innocent.

I don't want you to deprive me

of my penance.

Repentance is what today's man

no longer needs.

I do not believe in

the immensity of suffering,

I do not believe in the infinity

of the moment which brings

black and white tears,

a faded rainbow instead of salvation.