THE INDIFERENT

 

I have no name.

Je m'appelle myself the wine

quaffed by Petrarch a rainy day in Avignon

while he kissed the blue aura of Laura

through alexandrine verses.

Je m'appelle either blackbird, watermelon,

Brahma, Sophia or Grasmere Lake...

Je m'appelle the sound of water

caressed by your hand that only exists

if time doesn't.

Je m'appelle Ominaeshi, Persimmon,Holden Caufield,

the rustle of the wind on the sunflowers.

the dialogue between the northern lights and  the pinewoods.

Je m'appelle "mono no aware", "lacrimae rerum"

and sometimes they call me "toska" or white melancholia.

I was born a wandering minstrel,

they named me Random.

I was born male and female at once

and I should have called myself Orpheus

or primordial nymph.

Just at the moment of my birth

all the cats of the world mewed in unison,

all the dolphins leapt from the waves to the sunrise.

And just at the moment of my death

all the stellar cumuli of the universe will become

 the one and unique star of my last laughter.