And the man said: I have come
to tell of the pain of the rose,
the agony of the rock,
the cheerfulness of the cloud and
the solemnness of the storm.
I have come to give my voice
to that which is deprived of words,
the expression on my face
to that which has no face,
to draw infinity from its silence,
to give a soul to the cosmos
so that it can express at last
the tenderness and the solitude
of each of its billions of stars
doomed to disappear.
