Pleasure of living
To be seated gazing
at the fading afternoon
Today in a glittering grey
now that days become longer.
And to feel happy as Epicurus
with the few things I want
at arm's reach.
And in not expecting
anything from an everafter,
not to be afraid of life
or death.
Translated by the author
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