I point out life
pointing to the leafy
family tree,
flowers and their fruits.
At the dawn of each
look discovering
the new opportunity
conceived.
In the melody of the wind
like an echo of the universe.
I point out life
in the throat of violins
of birds, at concerts
in the early morning, in the
night symphony, in the soul
of every living being, no matter how
microscopic whatever.
I point out life
in the arteries of the earth
that flow meandering
from the high mountains,
valleys and meadows.
in the umbilical cord
of the flowering womb, in the
rivers of life that pour
maternal breasts.
In the warmth of the arms,
in the softness of the petals
who kiss you
I point out life
in inner peace, in peace
of the world, in the smile
of the child with the bread between
his hands.
I point out life
in the poem written now,
what happens without hand control
in hand, from voice to voice,
and seek comfort in the soul.