Unexpectedly

Here I am, here you have me, passing through, like everyone else;

but ready to dream, so that my verses will be voices that give light.

I believe in grief, in feelings,

in all that comes from within and provokes a revolution from without.

I leave you these parts of my life.

I hope they serve you for something, or for much.

I am nothing, and probably never will be,

but I will try to be what I have dreamed of

and that is already my triumph: actually being it is what matters least.