There isn't a
real eternity for
the souls
The eternity is
a sort of
fairy tale that
will not be
told
It is only
the pearl of
our imagination
It's possible to
dream it but
it isn't a
serious dream
It's a hope
that can't live
enough time in
the human mind
It seems an
interminable and reclusive
path
For my heart
it is painful
but necessary
I think it
urges for peace
and solidarity
It's logical to
pretend it
It is crucial
not to believe
too much in
eternity because it
isn't certain
I was fascinated
by eternity but
the same time
I was afraid
it
I don't feel
the pleasure to
live for eternity
I think it
doesn't exist, it's
only a young
craziness
I fear it
because it is
unknown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem