Let my fate deny me everything except to see it, for I, an unstrict stoic, wish to delight in every letter of the sentence engraved by Destiny...

Hesitant, as if forgotten...
The morning breeze caresses the field,
And the sun begins to glimmer.
Let us,
My Friend, not wish in this hour
For more sun than this or for a
Stronger breeze
Than the one that is small and exists...