FLOWERS FROM THE HEART

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To a son.

You seek in procellous seas,
To suffocate your grief, your suffering.
Forget the Messaline that makes you to regret...
Seek the pure virgin that encourages you...

 

Calm heart, don't cry so much!...
Don't give shelter to your pain, to your suffering...
In the child's laughter there is always charm.
As lilies of the garden, make your living!

 

Don't lament the life in that you navigate.
Nor tumble in face of the pain that humiliates you.
Raise the eyes for the sky and it stare the fertile plains

 

Of the garden of the high star of the morning.
Then, you will see how beautiful are your days!
What starry nights you will have!...

 

15th/03/1956