What is happiness?
I could say that it’s you,
but you are not here,
yet I’m smiling.
Maybe it’s the child
whom I have kissed
on his knee when he fell?
But he’s gone,
yet I feel on my lips
the dusty taste of happiness.
Or it’s that old woman
whom I have helped to open
her house’s door?
But the door is closed now,
yet happiness hangs salty
in the corner of my eye.
I feel happiness being the sea,
the waves calling me,
travelling me far from the shore,
but I’m going out, leaving home,
yet happiness is following me
like a seagull the fishermen’s boats.
Happiness is the moon smiling at me,
the breeze tangling in my hair,
the shadows of trees embracing me,
it’s the spring, summer and fall,
and when the sleep conquers my will
after a full, tiring day,
I know that happiness is
letting life fully happen to me.