Things that I love
I love the tenacity of the rain
falling violently
cutting through the silence of stones,
The self-sacrificing rivers
entrusting their sweetness to the arms of the sea
I love the hand holding the pen,
to translate the enemy’s message,
and the irreversible amnesia of a mirror
because I’m always forgotten by its reflection
But above all
I love the courage of the eyes
unable to keep love silent,
condemned to a secret existence
Translated by Elizabeth Grech
