I believe in him who reaps and waves the sickle, full of light, like the loins of my beloved
I believe in him who loves, as I believe in him who hates
I believe in him who sins and asks with tears to be forgiven
I believe in him who sins and forgives, alone, himself and moves on
I believe in the day that gives all things into the light
I also believe in the night that restores for you all things in your heart
I believe in the states whose noise, like a troubadour
Outside your window, sings the Odyssey of daily routine
I believe also in silence, during the nights, in the plains
I believe in those who are gallant, as I believe in those who are craven
The abundance of my faith is another, nameless, ocean, on which I travel
Without any maps or steering wheels, having only my heart as my guide
Because the love Ι have within me can lead even a wayward ship into the right path
I believe in greats inventors, in heroes, in poets
That change with a simple gesture both geography and destinies
I believe in infinity, I can spend hours reading the sky
My lips are heavy by the honeycomb of the stars and I have often sent my soul to visit the unknown
I believe in this sweet earth too, full of stabs and warm female laps
I believe in the soil that I step on and that awaits for me adown
Amid the gloom, where all roots budge, where the dead sleep and sing
Already drunk, the vintage of tomorrow
I believe also in all things in which I don't believe
Amen