I am happy. I am in good health,
I have healthy teeth and hair,
cats and dogs that roam around the house,
I teach literature and I live.
I have few good friends,
the house I rent is spacious and bright,
since July I have been following a friendly diet
and I go out for a run and exercise.
It is September 2024,
I am forty-six years old,
and I have two beautiful daughters whom I love.
Indeed, love has made me fall in love,
rain has wet me and death has wounded me.
I have lived as many times as I could.