Old, tired, afflicted
what is left to me:
nothingness
so light, so heavy!
Nothingness,
these are my memories, my recollections, my affections.
Nothingness has no weight on the scales
but what weight it has on my heart.
But have I a heart?
I don't know! I don't know anything anymore.
When I am able, I also will laugh and joke, play and sing.
I was so light hearted, having so much joy.
But was it truly me?
I can't remember, I don't know!
Nothingness wraps around me like a long dress suddenly I no longer
know who I am or what my name is.
God I know that you are there!
That you will look down here to free us from this mortal plague,
I don't know how to invoke, call or pray to you any more; but all my
being, my condition calls for your help again.
What can mortal man do to me
he ages also, nothingness is waiting to ambush him too.
If you want to give me a young, sound body,
I will be grateful to you, I will know how to value the
right principles of life because of how much I have tried
nothingness is light yet so heavy.

Translation by Laura Petrelli Ferry