In a letter to Silvija

I always feel sad

when I forget how happy I am.

It is like not walking

because I forgot my legs;

not seeing because of forgotten eyes.

It is like forgetting the sun

behind the mountains and creating, this way,

a long night that should not exist.

(Dacca, Bangladesh, 8.10.1976)

The Eyes of Barcelona

Barcelona opens her eyes, each morning,

when the Sun wakes the hills of Tibidabo.

They shine, so many and gay

that the Sun looks astonished by seeing itself reflected

in the eyes of glass surrounded by green

on the lazy hills that sprawl

like immense cats of Gaudí!

(Barcelona, 20.1.2002)