A small abode awaits me, of wood and glasses made
Trees bearing fruits will i have there, rows of flowers in the garden
And alone shall i dwell amongst the starlings' serenade
For I shall have peace there, an unhurried, lingering serenity
From when the rooster crows, to where the cricket sings
There, twinkles adorn the night, noon a time of whimsicality
And evening full of the swallows' wings
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the sea ebbs and flows, greeting its shore
While I stand on the terrace, or on the pavement grey
I hear it in my deepest core
