What is this fantastic joy?
It fills my heart, I’m ecstatic…
I can’t say a single word, not a single sound,
but short and soft utterings
while trying to make my body participant
in this extacy of the soul…
I feel the need to pray just as I do to breathe
What a moment… how I wish it would never end.
In this manner I would want to confront all the events of my life.
A bath in my soul,
I feel the beatings of my heart… each one wants to be a song of praise to God,
but I’m lacking the breath to shout out…
How I would like to describe this moment…
But I can’t find no other words.
The most fitting symbols seem to be the marks of omission…
directed to the infinite…
What is to be Paradise?
What is to be God?
No! No, non arrenderti, affidati a Dio